When I was 15 and obsessed with Hollywood, I LOVED fashion magazines. I pored through them, gazing longingly at the designer outfits that hung off the waif-thin frames. I was entranced by all of it. I wanted to be a part of it. I felt like I could obtain the celebrity they had because of the massive amount of weight I had lost already. I was that thin.
But as time went on, I became sicker from my disease and found that keeping up with the Kate Moss’s and the Halle Berry’s of the world became harder and harder. I started to resent myself whenever I saw them or leafed through InStyle, because I wasn’t measuring up. I was heavier. I became disgusted with myself.
And when I finally started to recover, I noticed that picking up those magazines was like a slippery slope back into comparison-world. I didn’t have the clothes they had. I was 20 lbs. heavier than some movie stars. The head would start spinning.
So today, I don’t read them at all.* You probably know by now that a study was done back in 2007 that proved that women, regardless of weight, feel worse about themselves after looking at a fashion mag.
That being said…I had to mention something my friend Liz passed along today (trigger warning)
The latest issue of Allure mentioned Zoe Saldana’s weight on the COVER. Unnecessary, yes?
Sorta like, “Hey, look at her! She’s tiny and we thought we’d just shove it in your faces and remind you!”
Ugh, yet another reason to steer clear.
* What works for me may not work for you. Proceed at your own risk.