Fuck the Thigh Gap Part II - Lisa & Kate

Back in January I shared an article from a fabulous online kick-ass feminist blog: www.vagendamagazine.com, it is my "go to" for feeding my radical feminist soul.  Sophie Miskiw, in her article outlined the history of female body obsessions spurred by her own struggle with skinny pants and thigh gaps.   Here is the Lisa and Kate version.

Kate Upton

 Lisa "Vagi" 

Kate and I have much in common.  Beach loving blondes, decent cleavage and the same taste in sunglasses. My Ray Bans are prescription bifocals - I doubt hers are, but that is ok.  Kate has been titled the "World's Top Supermodel, " I have not - that is where our gap starts.  I don't know Kate, never met her, my only contact is when I flip the page of a glossy magazine and her image appears.

Does Kate wake up in the morning and stress about her "thigh gap," I am sure she does.  Do I wake up and worry about my "thigh gap," Fuck no! I am happy with the slight rubbing when I walk.  I am a forty-seven year old woman and my thighs are just the way they should be.

If you read Sophie's article, she highlights some of the ridiculous contraptions women wore to be the "ideal."
My question is who decided what that ideal should be? Who or what was the catalyst for the media explosion of the space between our legs?

Love your thighs ladies and everything else, and I hope Kate does too,
xo vagi

Sisters

I have siblings, five to be exact (to my knowledge).  I was raised with an older brother, we are only eighteen months apart and I "met" the other four in my mid-thirties.  As a "love-child" of the sixties, my mother was "sent" away to give birth, and during that era I was among the many to wait for my "forever" home.  I have no malice or resentment and truly appreciate the options a single mother had in the 1960's.  My adoptive parents chose the typical pair:   one boy, one girl, so no sisters in my life growing up.

My story is obviously not the "Brady Brunch," but it is certainly not the tragedy that one may think.  In my thirties I met my "Birth Mother" and the other four of my combined brothers and sisters, and yes, we are (myself included) three girls.  I am "Marcia" and love being the older and pretend to be the wiser.

A few weeks ago my youngest sister graduated with her Masters from a very prestigious University, and we all celebrated - gathering together from various places to be proud and be together.  The result of which I am short one "broken-in" jean jacket and a perfect cocktail dress - sisters are a pain in the ass, they just help themselves to your stuff!  I would not change a thing.

Sisters are all around us - blood or no blood.  Anyone else need to "borrow" a dress?

Love to all my sisters,
xoxo vagi