An ode to medium-sized women
I am a medium-sized woman.
I would never be called "overweight" or "plus-size" or "heavy" or "the F-word" (you know, Fat), but I'm also rarely, if ever, called "thin" (by anyone who isn't definitively "plus-sized" and squeezing me into one of two social groups).
I have a nice solid trunk, but no rolls unless I'm sitting down, or having sex with my legs in the air.
My thighs are pretty muscular, and my a--e is wide (although simultaneously falls kinda flat).
I hate the word "curvy," because although I'm a size 12-16, the word just doesn't describe me. My silhouette from pit to waist is basically two straight lines, and I've been known to wear training bras under my going-out tops.
The closest thing to my body type that anyone has ever described me as is "athletic," but the truth is, I skip the gym more often than I go.
I can literally wear S, M or L depending on the brand, and sometimes, I'll size out of a brand altogether.
When I have sex my body kinda jiggles.
I've definitely had sex with guys that weigh less than me, but I don't think they knew that at the time.
I am Lena Dunham. I am Jemima Kirke.
In 1943, my solid-as-a-horse-body would have been ideal - I'd be what most men wanted in a wife: a chick with strength to tend the farm while he's off fighting the War.
While a total badass, I'm also super-feminine in my faux-Midwestern, I-love-stretchy-jeans kind of way.
Medium-sized women unite.
We are hot as hell.
And I want more of our face in the media.
I want models to exist between size 6 and size 16.
I want to be sold to.
Can the "medium-sized" acceptance movement please take off immediately?
I want a new category.
Isabel Foxen Duke is a certified health coach and emotional eating expert, for more articles visit www.isabelfoxenduke.com.
- Daily Life