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Why can’t women’s clothing tell us the truth about our bodies

photo by Dane Tashima

photo by Dane Tashima

When I modeled,  my thighs were 19 inches around, and my waist wasn’t measuring much bigger at 23 inches… and do you know what? I was considered too fat to do editorial runway! I tried a variety of ways to get slimmer, eventually getting small enough to do a Donna Karen show before I realized how insane the whole not eating thing was.  I can’t imagine being that thin now, my 5’8″ frame would look so unhealthy, bony, and downright emaciated. Just thinking about the getting back to my “pre-baby” body I get this lightning bolt in my chest, an awful shuddering that goes deep into my core. How could have I (a mensan!) fallen for such flawed ideology of what was beautiful?

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Debbie Ford and her Relationship with The Mouth Breathers at the FTC

Shadow Effect

(Amazon link)

I was recently given the movie The Shadow Effect to review. Actually, I was given the movie back in June to review now. Actually, I was supposed to review it two weeks after I received it. The deal being I get the movie for “free” and in exchange I review it and post an honest opinion about it on my blog, anything I wanted to write, as long as I post this link as well as this link (an affiliate link in case a reader wants to buy the afore mentioned movie – not mine).
And as the FTC now regulates  I should tell you that not only did I exchange a free movie about how dealing with my demons can liberate me from suffering and help me achieve all my goals and dreams, I should also tell you that the exchange is the direct result of my relationship with the folks at Debbie Ford (least the FTC fine me $11,000 for a $23.96 DVD set)

Stop mouth breathing

Stop mouth breathing

I must apologize to the lovely folks at Debbie Ford who honestly deserved a more timely and more reviewish post in exchange for thier $23.96 than this one. I can admit that of course, because I finally watched the freaking movie and went through the interactive DVD with journal in hand.  As it turns out, I’ve got procrastination and authority bashing demons out the wazoo. Thank you, back lit, black and white Debbie Ford, for the meticulously manicured inspirational movie complete with time-lapse dance scenes and Deepac Chopra for showing me the shadow and light. And Debbie, you can thank the mouth breathing FTC for instigating the writing of this long overdue review.