Why oh why did I have to be born post-Twiggy mania? Prior to the the 60s, an excrutiatingly skinny woman was not a sex symbol. I mean, have you seen the way Olive Oyl was portrayed in the Popeye cartoons, all lanky and clumsy? Sure, Popeye and Bluto chased her, but come on, they were SAILORS! They'd been on a ship for God knows how long with nothing but other men. Of course they chased her, she was the best thing they'd seen in way too long!
Seriously though, I was born in the wrong era. Had I been born long ago enough, I would have been the epitome of drop dead gorgeous. A sexy, femme fatale of a diva. Well, I still am, but alas, only to myself!!! I was thinking today of how perfect my body would be (thigh dimples and all, dammit), if I would have been born 1 or 2 centuries ago. Men would have worshipped at my ankle-length hem. I don't think it's fair that I got the short end of the stick. I demand that we as a culture go back to idolizing curvy, full-figured women! Wouldn't it be amazing if today's supermodels couldn't walk the runway or be accepted for print ads unless they were at least a size 12? Now that would be fabulous!
Maybe I should start a petition.