Growing up as a consumer of pop culture and women's magazines, there was only one body type to have: skinny. As a result we have a generation of perfectly proportioned women too embarrassed to get into their bikinis, flitting between fad diets and having internal battles when faced with their reflection in the mirror.
Treasuring our clothes doesn't have to mean an end to shopping. Far from it! But what it does mean is not settling for second best. So next time you find yourself heading for a fast fashion fix, why not take a step back from the rail and simply ask yourself, is this item truly worthy of my wardrobe?
When you want to buy a little black dress, in Paris you would go to rue Faubourg St Honoré; but when you need a finely cut men's suit in London, it's Saville Row that would be your destination. Home to gentleman's clubs and the most famous dandies of all times, the British capital is still proudly living up to its status of the capital of men's fashion.
I wasn't offended or upset that they didn't like my body in particular, rather I was upset for all the women out there that society has been telling are not good enough if they are not extremely thin. This led me to the question of "how did we get here?" It wasn't so long ago that Marilyn Monroe was celebrated for her beautiful curvy body. Fast forward in time and we are here, where beauty is equated to being thin.