Letter from the Editor: EFF Karl Lagerfeld

Hey Luvahs,

Unlike most other fashion bloggers, I am not now, nor have I ever been even the least bit obsessed with Karl Lagerfeld.  He's honestly never rated that high on my radar. Coincidently, the only thing about Chanel that appeals to me is the interlocking C logo. And that, my dear, was all CoCo (Ms. Chanel if you're nasty.)  So, when I caught word of Mr. Lagerfeld spewing the garbage that he is known for, I didn't take it with a grain of salt.

"These are fat mummies sitting with their bags of crisps in front of the television, saying that thin models are ugly," the Chanel designer tells Focus, going on to say that the fashion industry supports "dreams and illusions, and no one wants to see round women." (via stylist.com)

I don't know about you, but I love a round woman. Karl Lagerfeld is and an a$$hat that has an unbelievable sense of self importance. Of course, there are people that think Chanel is the second coming of Christ sprinkled with a bit of Buddha. I don't. Yes, I am a woman. I like to feel beautiful. I like other people to think I am beautiful. I like nice clothes and a mean shoe. Yes, Chanel has it's moments. Thus, Karl has his moments. However, when it comes to what someone that does not share a bed with me thinks of my body, I just don't care. The reality is that "High Fashion" is about illusion. It is not supposed to be attainable. How can I (or anyone) predicate my worth on an ideal that is achieved through smoke, mirrors, photoshop, and  occasional purging. I can't. The sooner we realize that,  the better off we will be. Am I supposed to feel salty because a guy that looks like Stephen Segal's daddy doesn't like that I'm round? HMMM. Not so much. EFF him.


People (women in particular) are gluttons for punishment. We pay all this money to magazines that DO NOT mean us well. The magazine industry is in fact AN INDUSTRY. They seek to make money by any means possible. It is in any and every magazine editor's and every designer's best interest to keep us beliveing that we are not good enough. They are our pushers. They tell us that no one will love us unless we can lose 20 lbs in 20 days, unless we minimize out pores by 5000%, unless we buy this "it" dress with the matching "it" shoe so we can look like the current "it" girl. We lap that *ish* up.  These things are just ploys to say " Hey you, lose 500 lbs and buy Chanel. Your life will be exponentially better." Let's not even talk about the class issues that this envokes.

I don't get mad when people say less than nice things about my size 18 frame. I love me some me. I love me some me. I love me some me. I grind. I make sure that I am the antithesis of the women that  Lagerfeld speaks of.  When the proof is in your face, you are forced to acknowledge it. As my fellow egomaniac, Kanye West says "My attitude is tattooed/ which means it's permanent /so I guess I should address it."  My entire existence addresses it.

This is not to say that I don't feel that the fashion industry should seek to be more diverse. I believe in equal fashion for all.  I just cannot make people change their minds about big girls/black girls/girls whose eyes are to small/ short girls if I am bitter and just running off at the font. It's off- putting.  We have to show and prove. That starts with knowing that you are the baddest b!*%h in the game. Feel that in your soul.  That should be evident in your stride, in your voice, in the way you tilt your heard. You don't have you send angry e-mails to people that don't like your size 12/16/18/22 body. Live your life. The universe knows your heart and aligns you with like minded people. This is where you can cultivate your relationships and be examples for those that are still non-believers. If they are never a believer, that's cool too. I'd like to spend my time supporting people that support me. Karl? Eff 'em.

Love,
Me