The Attack of the 6-Foot Models...

So I work in fashion... which means it's hard not to come in contact with 6-foot tall models. They're in the office all the time, whether it be for a shoot for WWD, or an ad-hoc in-house runway show. I don't mind them; they're usually really nice girls with great fashion sense, but why is it that every time I see them, I want to throw a bucket of fried chicken at them, or hook them up with a mainline to a milkshake? Is it normal to be 5'10"-6' and only weigh 110-120 pounds? It makes the rest of us look like fat dwarves!

Today, I was feeling pretty good about myself. I was able to zip up my "normal girl" jeans without struggle. (For the record, I separate my jeans into 3 categories: "skinny girl" are the ones that don't quite button, but that I keep around in case I ever lose any weight; "normal girl" are the ones that fit my ideal normal body; "fat girl" are the ones I usually wear when I gain a few pounds or am bloated from a period.) Lately, I've been relegated to selecting from my "fat girl" jeans only, so I was happy this morning that I could fit into something else.

Of course, I got stuck in the elevator with one of the aforementioned models, and we struck up a conversation. And of course, the backside of the elevator happens to be mirrored... so naturally, I couldn't help but notice that I looked like a heifer next to the svelte model. Sad! Granted, I don't make my living by what I look like, but it's still a harsh reality!