Real Women


What does the term ‘real women’ even mean? Surely every woman is real? We all have a beating heart and lungs that breathe regardless of size, shape, sexuality, religion or race.

Yesterday I was disappointed by this article on my local news website, Hull Daily Mail. A new store, Lavitta, opened in Hull and it claims to cater for ‘real women’. Their sizes start at a size 12 which is about the average size for a woman in the UK. However, to claim that only women who are a size 12+ are ‘real’ is body-shaming.

If you’ve read my blog for a while, you will know about my struggle with eating disorders (see my struggle with food here). To sum it up, I’ve had an eating disorder on and off for as long as I can remember. Although not suffering now, I still have good and bad days.

This article made me sad because as a woman who can be anything from a size 6-10, I’m not considered to be real enough to fit in Lavitta clothes. I want to clarify that I am not trying to fat-shame either as all women are real women in my eyes but if there was a store that just sold clothing from a size 4 to a size 10, there would be outrage.

Now I know many shops on the high street do not stock larger than a 16 but why should what the store classes as ‘plus-size’ women be considered more real than those smaller?

For me, I often find it difficult to shop for clothes. I have large-ish boobs, a small waist and a larger bum/thighs, all of which I am proud of but this means I struggle to find clothes that fit perfectly. Jeans are the worst item to shop for for me. I know you all love your Topshop jeans but I cannot even fit a leg into one. On the rare occasion I can, I can’t get them over my bum. Swimwear shopping is also a pain. I can’t buy one of those cheap £5 sets from Primarni as apparently because I have large boobs, I should be larger on the bottom too.

Not all slim people are straight up and down; many of us still have curves yet no store seems to cater for that. Skinny people are not expected to have boobs or a bit of junk in the trunk, making us basically unicorns. And if you find something that fits perfectly, you have to buy it in every colour so your wardrobe ends up being full of the same sort of item.

I want to clarify that every woman is a real woman. It doesn’t matter if you’re like me, a 5″3 size 8-10 brunette or a tall size 22 blonde lady. Stores should be celebrating the sheer magnitude of the differences women have and be glad we’re not all the same. One size does not fit all.

As long as you are happy and healthy, you should love the skin you’re in whether you’re a size 6 or a 16. I’m not religious by any stretch but God made you who you are for a reason and you should embrace that.