So there's been a lot of controversy about Abercrombie & Fitch’s CEO Mike Jeffries's statements on weight, attractiveness, and privilege. And a lot of it infuriates me.
As I've said before, it bothers me to no end that we have such a narrow view of what's considered attractive right now, in this time, in this country. It confounds me that, in this day in age when we're supposed to know that a woman is more than her outward appearance, that we still hang so much of our value and self-esteem on jean size and a number on a scale. And it pisses me the fuck off that, even though many of us are enraged and vocal about it, those in the fashion industry--those who are writing, teaching, and enforcing the rules on beauty--just aren't listening.
Because beauty and attractiveness and sex appeal have so very little to do with dress size or weight. I firmly believe this. I've seen my share of beautiful women and none of them ever came in the same size, shape, or form. The one thing that they all had in common was that they were hot and they knew it.
And when someone knows it, like those women knew it, it changes everything. They way the stood. They way they walked. The way they talked. The way they related to the world. That state of mind--that unshakable knowledge in their heads--that, more than makeup or clothes or product or proportions, made them beautiful.
Take this woman who has responded on her blog to Jeffries. She's ballsy, smart, swaggering with sass, and...she is damned sexy. Look at that daring gleam in her eye. Check out the visible sway captured--frozen--on film. Take in the confidence that makes you stop and pay attention. Here is a woman who knows she's hot.