As part of the Jezebel effort to cover New York Fashion Week, I've spent quite a bit of time staring at beautifully-styled super-thin women gliding down the runway in impossibly gorgeous dresses and flawless makeup. But last night when I was undressing for bed, I got a glimpse of my flabby body and blotchy face and I realized that I didn't like my reflection.
It's been awhile since I've been that bummed out just by seeing myself in the mirror, and I think one of the reasons is that I make an effort to look at diverse bodies every day. Pictures of women of size abound in my house (I'm the creepiest body pos lady ever!), I attend yoga for large women, and my Jazzercise! (fit is it!) class is made up of ladies and men of all sizes who just gotta groove. On Jezebel, I make an effort to write about and feature women with all sorts of bodies, and it really does make a difference in how I feel about myself. However, this week I haven't been as vigilant and I can feel it.