I love the ad that Stella Mars put on a postcard of dresses for girls: “She can have a tummy and still look yummy!”

I have a tummy, and I look pretty yummy, thank you very much. ;)

It might just be that I’m really tired, but now I can’t get the movie “May” out of my head.

I always thought this too, until for a history project I had to leaf through issues of Seventeen from 1968. In addition to a shock (to my sheltered 16-year-old white girl brain) about how freaking blatant hateful racism used to be, I also learned that if anything, Seventeen has actually becoming more body-positive. Yes, more. One of the advice columns was something like “Dear Seventeen, my best friend is fat! What should I do?” which I don’t see them printing nowadays (not that I read it but from what I’ve seen). Another one had a feature about their cover models, one of whom was like “I was never FAT fat, but I was always a little heavy, but then I finally lost the weight and now everything is great!” (she went from like 5’7 and 135 to 5’7 and 120. Not that that’s an unreasonable weight for every single person ever, but when I at 5’7 went from 135 to 125, I lost bone density and TMI ALERT my Aunt Flo started dropping in unexpectedly if ya know what I mean).

So in conclusion… this insanity has been going on for a while.