Trickle-down illusion. The rich and famous and glamorous have theirs custom-made, adjusted to flatter them -- insofar as that's possible with some of the outlandish costumes they don't seem embarrassed to wear in public: I guess the potency of illusion is directly proportional to its price.
The mass-produced will have the Size 12 dresses labelled Size 6; the actual sixes must have passed 0 by now. My slim - not skinny - daughter wore a Size 7 at age 18 when she dropped out of modeling school; at age 36, she was buying Size 2. No, she didn't disappear; she merely kept her figure reasonably well into middle age.
A lot of info can be gleaned from the markedly different sizing practices adopted by various manufactures/designers. Variation with men's clothing as well, but to a significantly lesser degree. On occasion I will buy women's pants--size 0 or 2. Yet, I am just over 6 foot in height! Something not quite right there. Yeah, no but and no hips, but still...
Of course, but knowing that doesn't get any closer to understanding the source of the ideal, or debunking it.
BTW, those plus-sized models, along with the ones lasciviously romping about in the ads beside my on-line puzzle game are not particularly overweight. But the customers for the mass-produced clothes are - many of them morbidly so.
Most are classic endomorphs, with some degree of mesomorphy--they simply have broader, larger skeletal frames. But I am bothered somewhat by those who
are carrying a fair bit of extra weight--how is that any more responsible than promoting the ones who are clearly undernourished? My sense is that in recent years we have moved from encouraging people to be mindful and vigilant about carrying too much extra weight, to simply throwing our hands in the air and just accepting that the vast majority of people (well, Americans particularly) are fat, unhealthily so, and will become even more so in the coming decade. We didn't give up on discouraging people from smoking.
Really? I just keep seeing the same illiterate who needs a grammar program, the same pathetic Ukrainian woman in need of a sugar-daddy, the same choochy furniture, the same offers of advice what to do with all the money I don't have. Bo-ring!
(But the super-giant Newfie is adorable. Having owned a normal-sized one, I'm sure glad I don't have to comb this guy. They can't half collect burrs!)
You've gotta delve into what little they give you to go on. Do an image search, and you'll often find that the rightful owner of said image hasn't got
anything to do with whatever these slideshows are pushing. There's a young woman from northern Ontario who crops up very often in many of the "Russian brides" ads--that's pretty damn unsettling
But the giant dog ones are the best--and they are totally not photoshopped! That Newfie stands nearly seven foot at the shoulders and has gotta weigh a ton/ton-and-a-half, at least. I spent months in Turkey searching for some of their famed giant dogs, like the Kangal Shepherd found in the easternmost part of the province of Van. And I spent a couple of weeks living in a cave in Kappadokia where every evening, just prior sun up, packs of feral dogs would run the streets. I ran with them, every night. One of the greatest things I've ever experienced.