I met up with a new friend a couple months ago. It was our first time getting to know one another. I bellied up to the bar, and knowing that I work in the fitness industry, the first thing my new friend asks is “So you’re really healthy, huh?” I burst into laughter and said “Not really. I’m fit though!” And then I ordered a whiskey old fashioned.
A raging feminist, I’m fairly used to seeing think pieces and blog posts in my newsfeed combating the prevailing narrative of (feminine) beauty being reserved for the chosen “thin” and “skinny” and “small.” This particular article, however, caught my attention because it attacks the problem of the “waif-beauty” ideal from a different angle.