When I was in my tween and teen years, heroin chic was not only cool, it was almost unremarkable. If you, too, were a child of the 90s, I’m sure you can remember the Calvin Klein ad campaign featuring a naked Kate Moss with a body so waifish that you could see all her ribs through her back. Then there was watching Mary Kate and Ashely Olsen as they graduated from their adorable Full House days and became poster children for the new beauty and fashion ideal: an emaciated frame swimming in bohemian clothing. By the time I reached high school, many of the “popular” girls were giving bulimia a try or casually talking about calorie restriction…you know, because nothing tastes as good as thin.
It was in this climate that I, too, developed an eating disorder for several years—and I’m not blaming the media for it. (I had other things going on in my life that made such dysfunctional habits seem like an appealing coping mechanism.) Still, I wonder: Would I have gone down that road had the dominant message coming from pop culture not been that there’s no such thing as too skinny?
The worst part is that once you have the standard ingrained in your impressionable mind as a tween and teen, it’s really hard to shed. I have been eating disorder-free for 15 years, but my chest still tightens a little bit when I put on a pair of jeans fresh from the dryer and they feel tighter than the last time I wore them. It’s taken a lot of work to accept my body for what it is. Healthy. And as the mother of a 10-year-old girl who’s beautiful and perfect in every way, the last thing I would ever want is for her to grapple with body image issues like I did.
For this reason, I found it really heartening to see that things had started to change for the better in the early to mid aughts. The term body positivity entered the zeitgeist and became a veritable social movement; clothing lines started emphasizing inclusivity in their sizing and advertising; and beautiful, empowered young women with healthy figures were celebrated on the red carpet and runway (Jennifer Hudson and Ashley Graham come to mind). It’s like society figured out that there’s nothing all that attractive about looking like you’re surviving a Soviet era famine in designer clothing.