But I will share a youtube video where Tess is addressing the controversy that came out because of it.
Cosmo would like to sell magazines. Showing a woman who might, just maybe, look more like the people buying it...IS A BUSINESS MOVE. They aren't making a statement. They aren't joining the body positivity movement. They are trying to make money. And I'd wager, they made a FORTUNE with this cover. Because people are buying it to have a piece of history too.
And what Tess says at the very end of the video I posted, is important. Fat people are not making a statement by doing their jobs. They aren't being "brave" for wearing cute clothes. They are existing. Just because you might not look like them, doesn't mean they should hide in their houses and only eat kale salads and drink lemon water while out in public.
I've started going through menopause. I've had a major surgery. And my body has changed drastically in the last ten years. I'm ninety pounds heavier than I was when I married my husband. So realize what you're telling me, and many women like me as we're working to navigate changes in hormones, changes in metabolism, and new ways our body won't cooperate with us. When you say Tess shouldn't do her job and exist in the environment she does, you're saying that people like me shouldn't exist in this world either. People like me should hide and cover up and just go away.
Well...screw that. Clothes actually fit me better now than when I was "thin" because I wasn't as evenly proportioned as I am now. These german thighs will not be contained by jeans. I busted out of my pants just as much in a size 8 as I do in a size 20.
I grew up in a small town where I was always one of the biggest girls. I vividly remember in second grade we had to fill out our health books with our height and weight. The teacher sorted us by our answers. I was the heaviest. And she looked at me with pity. I think that was the very moment I realized I was supposed to feel shame because of the way I looked.
I'm not in second grade anymore. And the older I get, the more I realize I only get one chance to enjoy life. So putting it off until I fit into someone else's teeny tiny box of perfection, is stupid.
I have a lush ass, and killer cleavage now. I have clearer skin than I had when I was thin. And my hair is awesome. I'm sexy. Just as I am. I'm attractive, I'm married to the love of my life, and I'm not hiding because going out into the real world "makes a statement." Fuck that.
So if you're offended by a business making a move to increase their bottom line, you should move to a commune where everyone lives off grid. Every business is in the business of making money. Tess Holiday isn't making a statement. She's living her life, like many of us.
The way the world feels it's perfectly fine to comment on a woman's body is a whole other ball of wax, but I wanted to put it out there. That I'm fat too. I'm overweight, plump, squishy, jiggly, whatever you want to call it. That's me. So if it's you too, don't let this bullshit media coverage discourage you. It's perfectly legal to be happy while fat. You won't be breaking laws by finding joy. I've learned as I get older that I give far fewer fucks than I did in my twenties. I wish I'd gotten here sooner. But I'm definitely not going to let my light dim just to make the people around me feel more comfortable. That's not my problem.
I've been in the habit of challenging you guys to do something on a damn near daily basis lately. So no matter your body type, I'd love to say you should try something you wouldn't normally do. Are you thin and never wear skinny jeans because people tell you to eat a burger? Are you fat like me, and never eat dessert in public? Do you have a large birthmark on your face that you usually hide with huge sunglasses? Do something that you want to do despite what everyone else thinks is okay. Then plug in your earbuds and bop down the street with a mental middle finger raised, knowing you look and feel like the fabulous person you are.
And anyone who thinks it's okay to make a nasty comment or death glare and whisper behind their hand...man...does that person ever have a sad life. Feel bad for them, that they have so little to be happy about in their own day that they are worried about you.
Go forth and be fabulous. I'm heading out on a day date with my hubby today. We're planning for the week ahead over coffee and bagels. Maybe I'll treat myself to a chocolate scone while I'm there. Just because.