09/16/2013 12:43 pm ET Updated Nov 16, 2013

Writing About Fashion Week Has Made Me Feel Like Shit About Myself


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.

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