Ideas of “beauty” come in waves. I often long to have lived in the 1920s and 30s so I could fully appreciate everything from the music to the literature to the fashion. I long to wear pinbox hats and flapper getups, while listening to jazz at a tiny nightclub in New Orleans. I would have loved to stalk Fitzgerald and Hemmingway and hear of their adventures during prohibition or wartime. But I also long to know what it was like for plus-size women to be so much more appreciated than they are today. I couldn’t resist sharing this photo — partly just because it made me smile, but also because it’s useful to look at the past and see how things have changed, both for the better and for the worse.