The one where we finally exist

Have you ever heard of Slink magazine? Me neither, but apparently it’s the Holy Grail. It appears to be a fashion magazine which actually uses and styles for plus size women without it merely being some annual concession before going back to their regularly scheduled size zeros.

You can check out the magazine here at this link. I’ve not had a chance to read an issue myself yet, but came across it in an intriguing interview with its editor which you can read here.  Both the interview and then the comments section touch on an issue I’ve already blogged about – the difficulty of language when describing body shapes and how some words immediately scream “euphemism for fat” – but what particularly struck me was her frustration in getting advertisers and brands on board. Given that the average UK dress size is a 16 and that there is a… God, why does every word I can think of for this sound like a bad size pun… let’s call it a significant market for plus sizes, it seems remarkable that retailers are so willing to ignore it. She notes that even cosmetics brands (which of course have no relation to size) or clothing brands which go well up into the plus sizes have been reluctant to work with the magazine.

Am I surprised? Sadly I’m not. I’ve talked enough about the poor perception of bigger sizes. It can’t be much of a shock that people who want to sell stuff are scared of the association, even when these women form part of their potential customer base. Still I consider the existence of a magazine like Slink a cause for celebration, though I’ll reserve judgment on its quality until I’ve actually read it! It’s very gratifying to see somebody representing us in the media and acknowledging that we plus sizes are interested in more than shapeless sacks and granny pants. It might take a little more thought but we can look good in clothes too!


Those little voices

Haven’t posted much in the last couple of weeks because I’ve been going through a very annoying on/off period in my motivation. Haven’t really felt like being insightful on the topic lol.

Was inspired today however by an article I read in the new issue of UK Glamour, which talks about where we get our body insecurities from. A lot of the dialogue around this topic is about the media and how celebrities etc affect our body image, but interestingly this article asked whether we actually get more of it from those close to us. Watching a family member struggle with a diet, being in school and taking all the banter (some jocular and some more malevolent) about each other’s features to heart. That kind of thing.


So where do those voices niggling at us and telling us our boobs aren’t perky enough or that we’ve got bingo wings really come from?

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