I can feel a rant coming on.
I have a love-hate relationship with the fashion industry. I love fashion, you see. Clothing, shoes, handbags, jewellery – I salivate just thinking about it. I grew up reading Vogue, watching trends emerge and then change just as rapidly. We have stacks of books at my place on the history of fashion. My mum and I watch old Hollywood musicals, just so we can talk about the clothing. Well, also to ogle Fred Astaire; he’s dreeeeamy. Fashion though? It’s something I have grown up with. The idea of wearing something beautifully crafted that enhances my (let’s face it) already pretty fabulous body makes me tingle with excitement. I even recently downloaded an Iphone application that lets me view shots from fashion shows around the world.
The fashion industry, as most people already know, are notorious for their unrealistic and often unhealthy body image ideals. Eating disorders, size-ism, drug addiction, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg. The fat-hatred bombards both ready-to-wear and couture lines, with nearly everything in higher-end stopping at or below size twelve Australian. Oh my god, the RAGE. Do you know how I feel? I feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, when those bitchy saleswomen wouldn’t let her shop. Her kind wasn’t welcome, despite having money to spend. Hey fashion designers? I HAVE MONEY TO SPEND, DAMMIT. WHY WONT YOU TAKE MY MONEY?!?! Granted, it’s not as much money as I would like, but what I do have, I plan on investing in fashion. Because it’s an investment in myself. Wearing something I love makes me feel UHMAZING, in so many different ways.
I have a stunning red dress that I spent a very pretty penny on last year, but was happy to do so because the garment looks fantastic on me. I call it “Magic Dress” because every time I wear it people smile at me, and luck always turns my way. Of course this has nothing to do with the dress itself; I know that. But when I wear something that fits me properly, something that feels as though it was made for me, my confidence skyrockets. Unfortunately even when I have the dosh, the pickings are slim here in Australia. (haha, slim.)
[img_assist|nid=64|title=|desc=|link=none|align=center|width=320|height=479]
It appears to me fatties aren’t welcome in fashion. We are chunkier versions of Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. Our kind? Not welcome here. Particularly in Australia, it seems fat people aren’t seen as fashion forward or daring with their style choices. All our choices are to hide and cover up and “flatter” our bodies. Australian fashion’s definition of flatter is cover up, it seems. Maude forbid we be proud of our appearance. I mean, isn’t it society’s problem if they don’t like my jiggly bits? Why do I need to change myself?? Why can’t I wear what I want to wear?
Fat women are given potato sacks with asymmetrical everything and newspaper print polyester. Fat men are given Hawaiian shirts that are not only fug, but also terrible quality. If you like asymmetrical polyester hawaiian prints, then hey have at it. But that’s all there is. THAT IS ALL THERE IS FOR US. If we want to wear something different, our choices are to pay through the nose and have it custom made, or have it shipped from overseas (usually with high shipping prices, and the likelihood that the item may not even fit when it arrives.)
I know so many people who are fabulous and STYLISH fats, despite the severe lack of fashion choices. Each of these men and women have personalities as different as the bajillion designers out there. It is so frustrating to me (and I’m sure them) that there are comparatively few options for fats, given the number of us in the world. I mean, if the obesity epidemic (OOGA BOOGA) is increasing, why aren’t our fashion choices? Perhaps it’s because there isn’t an obesity epidemic – but i digress.
How do we fix this? Designers say that larger sizes aren’t catered to because it costs too much to produce, and/or that there aren’t enough sales within the area to financially justify production. I don’t know about you, but I buy clothing a LOT. And I’d be prepared to pay more and buy more if it’s good quality and well designed. There just hasn’t been anything out there that’s nice enough to buy. Believe me, I know, I look nearly every day. And sure I’d like low cost options TOO, but it shouldn’t be one or the other, you know? I feel cheated if I purchase accessories from somewhere like Guess or Chanel, when I know full well that plus size clothing at those stores aren’t available to me.
And is it a “Chicken or the Egg” scenario? Fats don’t purchase the fashion out there because the fashion out there is fug, and then businesses think there isn’t a market and thus stop producing it. How do we pass on the message that we’d purchase their clothing if they simply made larger versions of the straight sizes, instead of creating clothing especially for fats that mainly consist of tent-clothing. Can someone please get it into retailers and designers heads that fats have just as much style as straight size? I know the fat-o-sphere are amazing in terms of expressing their individual styles, but sometimes I want to shake the fashion industry and go “Hey! Fats are people too!” I’d ask whether or not straight size people would ever wear the options we are given. Why are fats relegated the realm of fugitude when everybody else gets to look all shiny and tailored?
We deserve the right to own clothing that makes us feel awesome. We deserve the right to own the different styles and makes that thinner people get to choose from. We deserve fashion rights, full stop.
Related posts:

