Saturday, October 17, 2009

Size four model fired for being 'too fat'  

As if we needed another reason to hate Ralph Lauren, it has now come out that the model they were caught photoshopping to look emaciated and distorted has been fired. Why did they fire her? Because at 5'10 and 120 pounds, she was too fat.

TOO FAT?! She's a size FOUR!

I hate the fashion industry. Hate it.

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4 comments: to “ Size four model fired for being 'too fat'

  • October 19, 2009 at 9:26 PM  

    Please don't hate all of us in the industry. Some of us are trying to change things - I'm a fashion designer who is trying very hard to start the right way. Getting my materials from fair trade companies or all-natural organic materials, having it produced by myself or by US workers getting paid a fair wage (even women's co-ops in other countries get paid less than the garment is worth), and moving towards better, cleaner, and more responsible fashion.

  • February 1, 2010 at 8:35 PM  

    This honestly makes my blood boil. This is the exact reason why I hate my body and feel like a horrible person everytime I eat a cookie. Society has become so demanding that now models cant even keep up. The idealized body type of the new age woman has become so skinny, it is almost like the body of a 12 year-old boy. Its distgusting to me. I would kill to have that woman's body!

    KS 09

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