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"Chub Rub"

Letter to the "O" Magazine Editor(s):

When the January 2012 subscription arrived, I was elated!!  Great colors--orange and yellow.  Vivid and lively.  Entertaining, yet refreshing.  Then I flipped through the pages for a sneak peek...  Let me begin by saying that I do very much appreciate “O” Magazine using “real” women--women with healthy body proportions that are absolutely beautiful and I’m sure dynamic.  On page 115 my eyes gravitated to the inset of a torn pant in the area of the interior thigh.  I hate that!  I can certainly empathize--that area consistently wears first and an otherwise perfectly good pair of pants must be tossed as it is unwearable.  I read the solution.  And paused.  How is it that “O” Magazine, a renowned magazine for flattering and recognizing the strength and ability of all women, could even mention plastic surgery as a solution to “chub rub”?  Really?!  Even at my leanest weight at 140 pounds at 5’8” in high school (size 8), my thighs rubbed together.  Thighs touching is not an indicator of “chub” or excess weight--it varies on each woman.  Yes, it was followed with a statement that “shapewear is definitely a less-invasive option,” but it does nothing to say that it is in fact normal for a woman’s thighs to rub together.  How about asking designers to consider the design of pants?  Why is the onus put on the woman to change her figure instead of the designers and manufacturers having to be innovative?  

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