There’s a growing movement changing how beauty is perceived in America and around the world.

Because of social media, where women freely display their inherent beauty in all shapes and sizes, the standard of beauty is changing. This change is highlighted by a recent study that was published in the International Journal of Fashion Design, Technology, and Education. It shows that the average American woman used to wear a size 14, but now she typically wears a size 16 or 18.

The study, which examined data from more than 5,500 American women, discovered that during the previous 20 years, the average waist size had climbed from 34.9 to 37.5 inches. The study’s principal expert, Susan Dunn, highlights the importance of the information by saying, “Knowing the average size can significantly impact women’s self-image.”

The fashion industry is urged by co-author Deborah Christel and Dunn to adjust to these developments. According to Dunn, “these women are here to stay, and they deserve clothing that fits them.”

The message is clear: in order to appropriately represent the genuine shape and size of the modern American woman, apparel manufacturers must adjust their sizing guidelines.

I Took in a Beggar with a Baby Because She Reminded Me of My Late Daughter, What She Did in My Home Shocked Me to the Core

At 75, my life felt empty after the loss of my daughter, Gianna. My son, Sebastian, was busy with his own family, leaving me in solitude. Everything changed when I met Julia, a young mother sitting alone by the roadside with her baby, Adam. She reminded me of Gianna, and I couldn’t walk past her.

I offered help, and after some hesitation, she accepted. Julia and Adam moved in, and her laughter filled my once-quiet home. However, one day, I caught her searching through my belongings, desperate for money for her gravely ill daughter, Aurora. Instead of anger, I felt compassion. I promised her we would face this together.

I rallied the community for a fundraiser to cover Aurora’s surgery. When the doctor announced it was successful, Julia collapsed in relief, and our bond deepened.

Eventually, I invited Julia and the kids to stay permanently. My house transformed from empty to alive, filled with warmth and laughter—a family forged not by blood, but by love.

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