Full text of model and entrepreneur Ashley Graham on Plus-size? More Like My Size at TEDxBerkleeValencia conference.
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You are bold, you are brilliant, and you are beautiful. There is no other woman like you. You are capable.
Back fat, I see you popping over my bra today, but that’s alright. I’m going to choose to love you.
And thick thighs, you are just so sexy, you can’t stop rubbing each other. That’s alright. I’m going to keep you.
And cellulite, I have not forgotten about you. I’m going to choose to love you even though you want to take over my whole bottom half, but you’re a part of me. I love you.
It’s true, honestly. I felt free once I realized I was never going to fit the narrow mold that society wanted me to fit in. I was never going to be perfect enough for an industry that defines perfection from the outside in. And that’s Okay. Rolls, curves, cellulite, all of it. I love every part of me.
My name is Ashley Graham, and I’m a model and body activist.
Over the last 15 years, I’ve come to the conclusion that there is no one perfect body. Because I, like you, possess a wonderfully unique and diverse physique.
Now, the fashion industry may persist to label me as “plus size”, but I like to think of it as ‘my size’. In fact, did you know that the plus size fashion industry actually starts at a US size 8? And it goes up to a US size 16. So basically what I’m saying is that the majority of this room right now is considered plus size.
How does it make you feel to be labeled? I really feel like we need to start looking beyond the plus size model paradigms to what it actually means to be a model in 2015.
My journey begins in Lincoln, Nebraska. I was 12 years old and scouted in a mall. At 13, I signed with a major modeling agency and was traveling the world. I was shooting big campaigns, and before I even graduated high school, I had been to multiple different countries.
At 17, I graduated and moved to New York, and while most kids are going through their self-discovery stage in college, my self discovery stage was in the midst of catwalks, catalogs, and casting calls.
I was working as a full time plus size model. Back in Nebraska, I was known as the “Fat Model”. The girl who is pretty for a big girl.
I always hated answering that question: “What do you do for a living?” I would see that person’s eyebrow raise as I would reply: “I’m a model!” I’d have to quickly qualify with: “Well, I’m a plus size model.”
In fact, here is my very first editorial for YM Magazine. And, you are reading it correctly, “cantaloupes-large breasts”. I was helping women across America at the age of 15 dress their big boobs. But you know what the first thing that someone in middle school pointed out to me besides — well, besides the obvious? Was that fold above my knee. That fat fold above my knee.
As a young model, my confidence was tugged at and pulled in all different directions. I struggled to achieve true confidence. I would go home and look in front of the mirror and only hate what I saw. And to fill the void on the inside, I began to cave to all the vices being thrown my way. Between the parties, the men, the alcohol, I was looking for self love, for affirmation from somebody, when in reality, I didn’t love who I was, and I couldn’t seem to get a handle on regulating my own weight.
I began to face my insecurities head on. And instead, I was filling my life with temporary fixes. I, like so many young women, have struggled to love who I am. And Dove’s global report on attitudes towards beauty actually did a survey with thousands of women in ten different countries. And you know what the most striking result was? That only 2% of women find themselves beautiful. 2%!
We need to work together to redefine the global vision of beauty. And it starts with becoming your own role model.
As a curvy woman it was the assumption that I should look up to Marilyn Monroe or Jennifer Lopez mainly because they were two of the most notable curvy women in the public eye that were being praised for their curves. But these weren’t my role models.