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Why I Forgot To Suck In My Stomach Last Night

I'm still riding the high of our Women of the Year Awards at Carnegie Hall last night.

I'm still riding the high of ourWomen of the Year Awardsat Carnegie Hall last night.

There were so many moments during the show where I had an overwhelming feeling that there is SO muchwomen are accomplishingin the world—and so much


want to accomplish—that selling myself short because I'm not a size 6 just cannoteverbe an option again.I am working hard to disociate my worth from the size of my body—and I've come a long way,but I can still use a great reminder now and again.So many stories gave me a reality check last night...likeHillary Clinton(oh my God,I still have chills!).Would she have ever thought,"I'm not going to run for President until I lose 10 pounds?" Or what about theten-year-old Yemeni girlwe honored—she was married at age nine,raped and fought for her divorce this year.Did I mention she'stenand working to stop child marriage?There are,clearly,worse things than a belly roll.And提拉银行,who got on stage last night with so much gravitas and confidence despite her no-longer-runway-model body.And to anyone who's criticized it in the tabloids,she repeated her now famous line: "You can kiss my fat ass." While I admire Tyra's outrageousness,we don't all need to walk around pointing to our booties and telling everyone who has something to say about 'em to kiss it.But I love how fiercely unapologetic she is about her curves.Speaking of being unapologetic about curves,here are mine,in my newLBD.(It's by designerAntonio Berardiand I found it on thefloor(seriously!) at Century 21—a discount department store—on Sunday night,for less than I'd pay at Banana Republic.) I was a little self-conscious in at first (it is probably the most fitted dress I've ever worn) but by the end of the night,I forgot to suck in my stomach.In my little book of insecurities,thatdeserves an award!