[P]rominent clavicles can be a signifier of skinniness. Sharply outlined collarbones say “Don’t let this tent dress fool you: Underneath it all, this girl can fit into a sample size”… In fact, this most passive-aggressive of body parts — it’s a lot harder to get a protruding clavicle than it looks — is the perfect focus for a generation that, according to a 2003 Duke University study, wants to appear “effortlessly perfect.”
College Candy blames Rachel Zoe:
I suppose if you’ve taken the trouble to starve yourself down to nothing, you probably want to show off your bones and make everyone else uncomfortable and a little queasy. Two thumbs up for making bones cool Rachel!
And Ann Althouse throws down a little sarcasm:
Yes, it’s a kind of sex appeal. The kind that says there is not the slightest thing luscious or sybaritic about me.
Ultimately, my favorite quote is from Diary of a Mad Fashionista, who says:
We women of Rubenesque dimensions must band together and DEMAND that fashion take note of bosoms, buttocks, legs, plump dimpled elbows, and all of those other beautiful touches that make a female, well, female.”
Amen to that, sister. And somehow this makes me think of the concept of having “curves in all the right places.” Where are the curves in the wrong places? Who gets to decide what the “right places” are? Maybe we should start deciding that, right now. Dear world: The right curves are the ones I already have, and they are awesome.
And thanks to Kari for the link!
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