Proudly wearing my suit of armor

This may not be safe for work.  And it's certainly not posted in any inapporpriate kind of way.  I'm posting it because I think the differences are striking.

As a non-skinny person, I'm kinda tired of seeing clothes on size 2 people that are then supposed to look well on me.  And I get that the majority of people don't want to see a big fat girl modeling clothes, honestly I'm not sure I do, either.  It's not what we've ever known or been taught to be attractive.  We want to see attractive, realistic or not. 

This is a picture of a runway model whose BMI meets the criteria for anorexic.  The other is a model (plus-size) who is a size 12. 

Look at the arms.  Look at the hips.  Look at the thighs.

I could Zumba from now until Christmas without stopping and never look like that chick on the left and I'm kinda tired of images insinuating that I should.

Plus, I've carried 3 kids, nursed 3 kids, and carried 3 kids in my arms from Feb. 2005 until present day.  If I didn't have my suit of armor (as I lovingly call it) I wouldn't be the strong, cozy mom I am for my kids.  I wouldn't trade that for anything.

I'll be back to blog again on Monday.  Right now I'm off.  To eat a sandwich.

Happy Friday, friends.

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