Guest Post: More To Love – A Male Perspective

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We are delighted to welcome our guest blogger, Matthew, to share his thoughts about the new reality series, “More to Love”.


Diva…More to Love…Ruby…Biggest Loser…

It seems like the entire world is focused on weight issues… bigger girls, whether shown in a positive or negative light seem to sell advertising space!

Everyone has a different set of physical attractions that guide their libidos.  For me, a curvy woman fuels my interest far more than a woman that looks like a pre-pubescent 12 year old boy. So my lascivious self was very interested to catch the newest FOX dating show in the bachelorette and bachelor franchise… “More to Love”.

The show started as expected, big people all looking for the right one… or the right one, right now.  Either way, the premise is that with all of these larger ladies in the same room and in the same situation, there would be an absence of judgment calls and haters.

The problem started with the height and weight announcements blazing across the screen of every contestant in what seemed to be 15 second intervals. The first few times were not an issue for me, as they called to remind me that this show was supposed to be different. However, after reminding us 10 times…. I yelled at the screen, “Ok, we get it! They are fat… move on!”

And that’s the issue with the remainder of the show…they neglected to move on or ever make it about the dating, the silliness of the dating or the drama. It was solely about how fat people are just as fearful and neurotic as everyone else.  By the way, is fat a politically correct term? If not, please insert your favorite ‘above average’ weight label here. Personally, I like to refer to myself as calorically enhanced.

Dear producers, would it not have been more powerful to cast strong, confident women on the show that just so happen to be a size 16?  Watching Ms. 3000 calorie a day girl cry her eyes out because she believes that no one will ever love her due to her size just reconfirms our stereotyped vision of bigger people. The look of pleading eyes and desperation when they don’t get picked to move on to the next round of disaster just showcases that these girls didn’t think once that it may be that they had the personality of  a dishrag. They blamed everything on the fact that they had far too many cupcakes in their body.

How will people finally learn to stop perceiving big girls as wrong… unless the girls themselves start believing that they are ok?

Ladies…be proud of your size…. wear it, own it.   If you are miserable, then lose the weight.  However, if you want the world to look at you with acceptance, show it to us first.

Will I watch the show again?   Perhaps to see if it gets better and less stereotypical, but mostly for the pleasure I get from finally seeing sexy, curvy women on TV.

Matthew Gladstone is by trade an executive chef both in the private sector and the restaurant industry.  When he is not slaving over a hot stove he enjoys his home life in West Hollywood with his hot girlfriend Christine and his perfect, adorable dog Domino.

Besides his passion for the creation of fabulous upscale comfort foods, Matthew loves writing reviews and blogs, watching movies, drinking champagne and playing the violin.

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Malibu Misty

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Last weekend I went to Malibu beach with my dear friend Ross who was visiting from Texas. Ross is 6’7” so standing next to him in my 5’8” bare feet makes me feel petite!  I decided to wear my new black bikini and polka dot sarong and carry my Hips and Curves tote bag for our day at the beach.   We arrived, spotted a nice secluded place and set up our blankets and umbrellas.  It was perfect nap weather so we stripped down to our swimsuits and sunscreen, laid hand in hand, and soaked up a little sun while the breeze blew and the waves crashed.  There is something very special about being with good friends and sharing quiet time.

My little moment of heaven was interrupted, however, by a group of young people who decided to set up camp next to us.  My first reaction was being annoyed for losing our peace and quiet, but that was quickly replaced by a brief, panicky moment of self awareness that I was laying in a bikini, all 250lbs of me, without a sarong or anything.

‘”Please lord, don’t let these kids make any fat jokes about me in front of my best friend.”

I flashed back to 5 years ago when I was kissing a cute guy outside a club and some idiot shouted, “Damn, that is one big woman!” I could have curled up and died of embarrassment.

With that memory buzzing in my mind, I just tried to focus on how nice it felt to be at the beach and how I had every right to be there in my bikini as much as anyone else.   I blocked out all the conversation, all the noise and just connected with nature.

I am usually confident in my appearance so these things rarely cross my mind, but there is something about being in a bikini that can tear down the self assurance of any respectable gorgeous woman.  I had to do a little extra work on my self esteem muscle this time to remind myself that me and my luscious curves deserve to enjoy a day at the beach, even in LA!

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Apparently, Size DOES Matter!

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I have a little story to tell.  This is a true story.  Happened just last week.  I am still wondering about it.  I am still baffled by it.  I want some feedback here….and decided that this might be the place to ask for it. 

A wonderful friend of mine (I will call her Maria to protect her privacy) and I had gotten together last week while I was in Michigan.  We were going to get some dinner, do some shopping and stop in for a Chinese Massage.  Wow.  A perfect evening for me!

While shopping in one of our favorite stores, she came upon a light-weight jacket.  Nothing special.  Just a nylon jacket, blue, snug fitting and just…well, there.  She said that she could use it for golfing and if it rained there was the obligatory hood.  She kept looking.  She was on the small girl side and I was in the plus sizes across the aisle. 

She then said, “Look at this!”  I turned to see her in this amazingly ADORABLE jean jacket.  Large grommets on the front, hook and eye closures and grommets with large ribbons on the sleeves.  It was just darling.  I couldn’t quit commenting on how cute it was and how it was so dang cute on her!

Maria held her breath as she wondered about the price, thinking that it would cost about $50.  She was thrilled when she looked at the tag and it was only $24.99!!   I asked her if she liked the size…as it was a little bigger and more flowing that most of her other clothes, but not too big by any means.  She said yes, that she really liked the fit and the look.  SHE LOVED THIS JACKET!!

I looked over at her and now she was looking in the neckline.  I asked her what she was looking for and she replied, “I want to see if this is a Medium.”  I couldn’t figure that out, why it would matter what the tag said…she loved it. 

“Oh my God, do you know what size this is?” Maria exclaimed.    “It is a 1X!”  She took it off and hung it back up.  SHE HUNG IT BACK UP!!  She did not want to buy it.  Because it was a 1X…and not a medium.  I replied, “What difference does it make what that tag says….you can cut the tag out if it bothers you.”   But she didn’t buy it.  Continue Reading

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Skinny vs. Curvy

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I was reading one of the lingerie trade magazines on Sunday morning and saw page after page of skinny, boney women in lingerie. This particular publication isn’t always that bad, and to be fair, more and more companies are heading in the direction of “real” women. However this issue was extreme. There was one model that was bone-thin with almost nothing between her skin and her skeleton. The angles of her body were almost freakish as she would thrust out a hip or turn her body at a certain angle. I sat back and thought of all the Rubens paintings and how being round and healthy was considered attractive in sixteenth and seventeenth centuries and how people today, especially in the fashion world, would disagree. They might look at a Ruben and wonder how those voluptuous figures were ever considered attractive or desirable.

I wondered if our kids or grandkids would look back at our old magazines years from now and see the models with protruding hip bones and rib cages and hollow cheeks and be amazed by what we thought was “sexy”. Throughout history the feminine ideal was curvy, fleshy and plump. Now we’re into this skinny = sexy phase, with no room to appreciate the incredibly rich and vast array of differences. Different body types, different shapes, different hair and skins colors.

Whether we like to admit it or not, the media still influences trends and tells us what is “in” and “attractive”. As I was trying to step back and look at these pictures from a totally objective stand point (i.e. an alien landing on Earth and being shown a series of photographs, or someone from the past time-traveling into the future) I wondered, would they pick out these skinny, angular, women as the most attractive? Or would they pick the ones who were rounder and curvier? Of course in my opinion, the fuller figures that are luscious, sensual and soft and feminine would be the obvious choice. But then, it’s hard for me to be objective. I love hips and curves!

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MY GOD, you look so SKINNY!

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When I am shopping in a Big Girl Store, and I am trying on clothes, I always come out of the fitting room to look in a three-way mirror.  When I come out, if the clerk says something like, “Oh that makes you look slimmer”, or “Wow that looks so slenderizing on you”, I am forced to respond with a comment that I am CERTAIN they don’t hear everyday.  I simply say, “Oh then I don’t want it, you can take it back”.

WHAT???? I don’t want to look thinner?   I don’t want to appear as though I am smaller than I actually am????   Are you kidding me?

OK, catch your breath.  Let me explain something.  It is something about compliments.

But first let me spout a little about fat girl stores.  I want to be able to go into a safe place, that sells MY size, and not have to be concerned about clothing that makes me look thinner.  I want to be free to just look great.  Good fit, great style, amazing color, beautiful fabrics….those things.  If a person is going to work in a plus size industry, I want them to be able to figure out that not ALL women are disgusted by their size.  Not ALL women hate their bodies.  Many of us love our bodies and want to enhance our curves – not hide them!!!  There, that being said, I can move on.

Back to compliments.  I am going to ask for your participation here.  Just for 30 days.  Thirty measly days out of thousands that you will live and have lived.  It could be an eye-opener, or at the very least, a lot of FUN. Continue Reading

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