HOW INSTAGRAM'S HELPING US LEARN TO LOVE OURSELVES
So in the wake of award shows across the globe, from the AMAs to the British Fashion Awards, the usual furore of outfit-bashing has plagued the internet, as per usual.
A brief peruse of the coverage and my lasting thought was an internal sigh: ‘oh look, all these women have got it wrong again. Of course it’s all about your body – not your clothes. Okay the dress might be fine, I suppose, but so frumpy. You can’t see more than 10% of her skin! And flat shoes? Frumpy.’
The F word is one of my least favourite when it comes to fashion coverage. I think it says far more about the body underneath than it does about the clothes, and usually applies when a thin person is covering up more of their flesh than is deemed ‘necessary’ by the popular press. It’s like – she’s got a body worthy of my gaze… so why isn’t she showing it to me? This is often the opposite reaction received by the minority of (even slightly) larger women on red carpets. Showing skin? Bit much, love, leave something to the imagination… Skin tight? Unflattering ensemble. I’m a little bit sick of it – and so is the internet.