Having been fat my whole life, I am acutely aware of my physicality. I imagine most people are, actually, whether they’re fat or not. If you’re tall I am certain you are aware of your height, just as if you are petite you, too, are aware of your stature. If you are black, white, brown, or any other beautiful colour in the spectrum of human race, I am also certain you are most decidedly aware of your appearance.

In fact, I am more than certain that those around me – my work colleagues, my friends, strangers on the street and every person at fashion week – are aware of my appearance. But why do I need to label it? Why do I need to be defined by being #FatAtFashionWeek? Can’t I just be at fashion week and celebrate that? Celebrate the fact that me, Billie Bhatia, Fashion News Editor of Stylist Magazine, is doing my job and reporting on the fashion week shows?

Sure, I am seeing fashion week under the lens of the fat person hugely under-represented in this industry, but I am also looking at them under the lens of a fashion editor. Naturally, when I notice a wafting dress potentially roomy enough to fit all of me, I pay a little more attention. But most of the time I am looking at the clothes to decipher the trends, and looking to see whether the designer has chosen to be tokensistic with their casting because society has pressured them to be so, or they have been inclusive because they truly want their brand to accessible to everyone - all bodies, all ages, all races, all abilities and all sexual orientations.

“Why I can’t get on board with #FatAtFashionWeek”