Beauty is sourced from confidence to wear something that makes you feel damn good about yourself and self acceptance - to believe you're truly enough and be confident within yourself to show that to the world. It doesn't stem from fitting societal standards of beauty because if it did then I wouldn't be secretly wishing I looked as good as these plus size girls on Instagram.
You see, despite society's and the plus size fashion industry's preconceptions about the average fat girl, we are capable and ready for so much more. We are bold and bright and intelligent and worthy of dynamic communication and product and we want it now.
You know what... I have worn sleeveless dresses and got my fat arms out on very many occasions, and you know what - the world kept turning!!! Me wearing a dress didn't cause any big problems, no one died and my day panned out much the same.
Even if Tess IS unhealthy (I don't know her, I can't comment on her health) does that mean that she should be less employable as a model? When did we start judging people's right to employment based on the level of their health?
First we wanted more representation for plus size women in modelling. Then we had plus size women 'reclaiming' the term. Then we had a nineties pop star say she disapproved of stores selling clothes in 'unhealthy' dress sizes. Now finally we have people saying we should drop the term 'plus size' altogether. Where will it all end?
Dropping the word plus won't make a runway dress fit. The change for more plus models in mainstream campaigns and publications can only happen when the way sampling is done changes, actions and sample sizes here in this case will really speak louder than words.
Now I'm all for the modelling industry to be inclusive of all body shapes and sizes and I think plus size modelling has a valid and important role in the industry, but I also think that the average consumer these days is wise enough to know that skinny doesn't equal beautiful any more.
I'm not asking you to eff your beauty standards, I'm asking you to eff your preconceived notions. Understand that not a day has gone by in the past eighteen years in which I haven't been cussed and tutted at and judged for looking the way I look, yet I still get up and go into the world and try to be the best version of myself.
Now don't get me wrong - I am 100% behind the message that Tess sends out. She is a massive presence online in making people reevaluate beauty standards and she's a gorgeous girl. There are however two things that bug me about this whole story.
On the 7th of January. That is this Wednesday, midway through the worst week of the year. Self styled, weight loss expert Steve Miller has proposed a 'Warn a Friend They're Fat Day'. 'Warn', seriously Steve? Do you know a single fat person who doesn't know they are fat?
Looking at this woman from any other perspective - from outside the strict, bizarre world of fashion - Myla Dalbesio isn't "plus-size". She is MODEL SIZE. Angular in places, soft in others, but with semi-protruding ribs and minimal body fat. She is stunning to look at, obviously. She's a beauty. But 'plus-size'? No.
Oftentimes, it can seem like the majority of the world is striving to achieve some kind of Western version of normality - and, more specifically, some kind of American version of normality. From fashion designers to film producers, it can start to feel like the entirety of the earth becomes permeated by America.
Even as a big-busted size 12 or 14 - shopping for elegant winter clothes can be near impossible, and I imagine it gets harder and harder as the size chart goes up. I'm a size 16 and I find most chunky knits make me look like a cotton wool ball with legs.
Instead of focussing on something that is never going to change why not realise that the majority of working models in the UK are healthy, happy people who probably work out less and eat worse than most of us.
I could see myself strutting around the house in nothing but the Undine knickers and sequined collar, paired with my glittery Steve Madden marble flats.
A woman stopped me at the bus station on my way in to work last week. She wanted to tell me that she often saw me passing by, always loved what I was wearing and was curious as to where I bought my clothes. She brightened up what had started out as another depressing Monday morning I can tell you.