for too long, i've watched friends of mine starve themselves to squeeze into that narrow margin that society has deemed beautiful. what's more, all of these people are otherwise incredibly intelligent and creative. with every passing day, i see them flounder in self-loathing while they struggle to further emaciate themselves. their fervor borders on insanity.
it would be hypocritical to say that i haven't any qualms with my looks- i do. however, i would never starve myself. i would never aspire to be a magazine body. why?
because like all things fashion, thin is a trend. and trends come and go.
it irks me so that people who pride themselves on thinking differently flock like sheep to the great altar of modern beauty, dragging behind them the misery of hunger and a broken psyche. the groupthink escalates from there- those dying to be thin and hating it begin to hate those different from them, different from the norm. is it disgust? perhaps it is envy, that while they suffer for a chimerical body, those who are truly revolutionary can be comfortable in their own skin, regardless of the trends.
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