Another aspect of fashion that is crucial to the clothes (other than our wallets) is our bodies. When viewing, reporting, watching, and dreaming about fashion our thoughts often bounce back to our own bodies. Can I wear that body-conscious sheath? Does that deconstructed blazer from Davidelfin fit my physique? Are my legs thin enough to wear shorts in winter? Is my skin firm enough for cut-outs in the obliques or any other area that isn’t my back? Finally: Is my body hot enough for high-fashion?

This morning I received an email from a friend in Italy who told me that she wanted to lose 8 lbs. and is doing so via the Mediterranean diet. She asked if I had written about any diets on Fabwick and if I was interested in featuring the Mediterranean diet. I thought to myself – I loathe diets and diets mock me. In my twenties and early thirties, I dieted until I realized that diets make me fat – I eat more when I’m on them because I’m constantly thinking about food. Today I don’t even own a scale. The true test to how I feel about my body is my high-shine, high-waist sample-size Marc Jacobs trouser. Can I wear them without any fear of a zipper or a seam popping as I sit down? If there’s a slight fear – this girl needs to put down the fork and take action. I don’t run, I can’t stand gyms (due to an overdose in the Aerobic 90’s). My savior is hot yoga. When I need something extra, I walk. This morning I tried on the sample-size trouser and found an unfortunate high risk of a pop-effect. I have certainly popped zippers and seams before. It isn’t fun. So this morning I walked for an hour and plan to melt some butter in a hot yoga class this afternoon. Now my question is – should I also diet? The Mediterranean diet doesn’t sound too brutal, in fact it sounds very Mediterranean, and I bet they allow bread, olives and wine. If that’s the case Tonya, please share with us (life is too short to forgo the goods).

That said, we are entering an era of celebrating a fuller figure with Christina Hendricks (from Mad Men) being a role model. And Miuccia Prada sending us the message that the voluptuous female figure is back and the pin-thin-adolescent-girl-meets-boy-figure might be a look from the past. If this is in fact a true look into our present and future, will we stop criticizing our breasts, hips and thighs and start to celebrate our curvy bodies? And if so, why do we need Miuccia or Mad Men to do so? Are we really not strong enough to do this without ‘trends’ from fashion or pop-culture? Either way, as long as the pant fits, I’m a walking celebration and feeling homicidally hot. But when it doesn’t – how long do I have to wait for the tipping point of power-bodies to tip in our favor? Or can we just take charge without approval from the fashion-physique police?