In which we take a brief respite from shilling my work as a young adult author to consider body image issues and representations thereof in the popular culture.

Via my fave feminist bloggers at Jezebel.com, finally, a product to give you “Latino curves!

Writes Morning Gloria:

“Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and wished your body was more curvy? You know, like a Latino? Well, worry no more, for a glorious new product called “Bodyshapers,” with packaging that promises to give you the curves of a Latino (which we all know is the curviest of ethnicities), for one low, low price.”

Hmm.

While I am no stranger to shapewear (I do love me some Spanx tights, to be sure), I’m definitely someone who values comfort above almost all else. When I got married in December 2009, the seamstress at the bridal shop was dead set on sewing a corset into my gown, and in the end, actually, I caved to her very strong suggestion, because it was ultimately the path of least resistance (it also happened to be the best way to get the dress to hang smoothly on my Latina curves).

But, I mean, that was my wedding. Theoretically, a once-in-a-lifetime event. And while I was way too keyed up for the duration of the event to notice, once the whole big shebang was over and I was back in my hotel and out of high heels, it suddenly became all too apparent that, indeed, I was wearing a corset.

Why yes, that is my absolute, most natural posture. Also, a completely unforced grin.

I shan’t be doing so again any time in the foreseeable future.

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever donned in the name of beauty?