It’s fairly obvious when trying new clothes that you’ll never look like the woman (or man) modelling them, this however, doesn’t stop my dad pointing it out.
Whislt I was at home my dad bought me a new workout outfit. A crop top and leggings. Now I’m very grateful but he mainly did this out of guilt because he’s lost my last pair.
I love the colour, the material is the most comfortable thing I’ve probably ever worn and it will definitely be used… maybe not for what it’s intended but it’ll still be used.
This is the picture on the front of the box… and me wearing the activewear.
The picture, apart from cropping my head out of it, hasn’t been altered in any way shape or form. My belly, arms and thighs really do look like that (even if the grey lines and the high angle hide the worst of my wobbly bits).
I wore this lovely outfit during the weekend before New Years, it’s comfy and it’s not picking up the dog hairs so I thought it’s a win-win.
Until my dad decided to absent-mindedly point out how different I looked in it from the model. I know he didn’t mean to be hurtful, but really, was the comment necessary?
It’s very obvious that I am not going to look like the picture on the box, namely because I’m about 5 inches shorter and considerably wider but also, I’m not a model!
It got me thinking….Can activewear finally be modeled by normal sized people?
I understand the fit, toned women and men on the box are more appealing and a form of “inspiration” for what you could achieve, but why can’t there be other pictures on the box too, or in the adverts, of people of every size actually working out in the clothes?
How do we know that the model looks like that through working out? They may have had cosmetic surgery, they may starve themselves everyday to fit in those clothes, or more annoyingly they may have some good genetics and a metabolism that doesn’t hate them.
No matter how many adverts show the perfect hair/full makeup model jogging in slow motion, I know that is never going to be me.
I want to see the chubby girl put the clothes on and get off the couch.
I want to see the red-faced, sweat covered man on the rowing machine.
I want to see the unfit and out of breath person on the bike.
These are the people who will motivate me, not the toned, tanned, perfect model strutting around in the tight clothes but the genuinely normal person who is trying their hardest to feel healthy.