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Originally, I glossed over the numerous articles detailing Calvin Klein's newest addition to their lineup of fashion models, Ms. Myla Delbesio.

Then, I realized that she'd been named a plus-sized model and alarms went off in my head. Is Calvin Klein really this out of touch?! Ms. Delbesio is beautiful, but she is most certainly not plus-sized. In giving her that label, Calvin Klein has created an uproar over what exactly defines plus-sized, leading some people to label themselves "Jabba's Gargantuan Doppleganger".

By doing this, Calvin Klein has demonstrated one of two things. Either they have no idea what constitutes "plus-sized", or worse, they don't care. Since he does not truly produce clothing for plus-sized people, I am inclined to believe the latter.

Growing up, I watched a lot of good people, men and women alike, be teased or looked down on for being "fat". Today, we call it body-shaming. I prefer to call it what it is; bullying. All because someone is different from what is perceived as normal or acceptable.

What I find truly sickening is that there are men and woman who take unnecessary risks with their health, and their bodies, trying to fit this flawed, preconceived notion of perfection laid down by people who could not care less about them.

I suggest abandoning labels altogether. You are who you are, be that fat, skinny, slim, or round, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that as long as you are happy and healthy.

No one person can define another's beauty; it's first discovered within and in the eyes of the beholder. There is no shame in your body, no matter how you look. People who do not know should not have an effect on your selfworth. Find peace within yourself and negative opinions or naysayers be damned.


What Calvin Klein and Victoria's Secret have to say regarding beauty doesn't matter.

Thanks for reading.

Avery K. Tingle is a dark, epic fantasy author who believes in equality, an end to bullying and the fact that every child should have a safe place to call home. His latest novella, Universal Warrior: The Ring of Asarra is available from Amazon. His first novella, Universal Warrior: Before Red Morning is available from Smashwords.


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