The Plus Size Slut - By Colleen Mertens

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16. The age you earned the coveted driver’s license or maybe the age of your first boyfriend. Most likely, it is the cost of a venti, multi-shot, fairy dusted coffee from Starbucks. Among many things, 16 is the average woman’s dress size in America. 

In the fashion industry, models, size eight and up, are slapped with the label “plus.” We have launched a self-driving car and have women running for political office in record numbers, yet we still foster the barbaric culture of labeling women’s sizes. This world lives and breathes and dies by self-invented divides such as race, gender, sexual orientation, and unfortunately, weight. We, as a society, are a body- occupied, a beauty-infatuated, and a dignity shattering cultural machine. 

Friends, this idiotic thinking has trickled into our sex lives. Sex is the time where responsibilities are forgotten, insecurities are let go, and rules sprint out the door regardless of the amount of tequila shots. Sex is a time to be free and empowered. However, if I am guessing correctly, the last time you did the dirty, you turned off the lights and tried to remember the 47 reasons Cosmopolitan guaranteed your man would be begging for more. No matter what size we wear, we take our confidence off with our clothes. 

Remember the last lust piece in Cosmo? There is a photo next to the article. A photo of the most attractive Calvin Klein couple rolling around in silk sheets paints the page. The woman is beautifully photoshopped and the lace lingerie perfectly flaunts her size zero body. You know the photo I am talking about because this lustful screenshot is beyond magazines but graces billboards, Instagram, and anywhere else your eye would wander. This woman is not Ashley Graham or Tess Holliday. This is a woman who chooses an amazing modeling career but is not the national size of 16. Frankly, our featured, relatable slut is far from the size of the average reader. She is beautifully unrealistic. 

As a fiercely single 24-year-old, I gladly succumbed to the Tinder culture until I was faced with the decision of choosing profile pictures. Even on my weak days, I love my body yet an overwhelming fear filled my entire brain space. A guy would realize I am a disgustingly real size of 16 (again the national average). Naturally, I showcased three face selfies that were perfectly filtered; my profile pictures remained shoulder up. After swiping both left and right, it was time for the inevitable meet up. I was flooded with thoughts of self-doubt.

“Do I need to tell him I am not a body replica of Kate Moss? Is he going to turn around when he sees me at the bar wearing my dress that was home to the plus size department?” 

My media infested brain was telling me I could not be a plus size slut. 

My fellow busty babes reiterated the same, unnecessary insecurities: 

“Beautiful, skinny girls are meant for Tinder.” “What if he doesn’t want to hook up anymore?” “I jiggle. He might not like that.” It hit me. Women, we are shamming ourselves. When did women believe there is only one type of “fuckable” body? I love sex. My body loves sex. My brain does not. My brain pictures a size two model with perfect breasts, luscious locks, and a smackable booty encompassing all of us sluts (which I will say, is completely ludicrous). 

Our culture spoon feeds women with advertisements, television shows, and movies that paint the term “slut” in a painfully shameful way. It is time to shatter the preconceived body associated with the label. A slut is sexually empowered regardless of race, gender, and, weight. If you are a size two, keep doing you girl. If you are a size twenty, keep doing you girl. Everyone has insecurities, but the epidemic here is the need for someone else to invalidate them. Ladies, we simply do not need conform into a “sex-approved mold.” No matter what shape or size, embrace your own slutty self. 

 

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