and while that sentiment is puke-worthy, it is probably at least partially
accurate.
food is marvelous. but taste is fleeting.
and skinny... lasts foreverrrrrrrrrr.
at least until you quit drugs and kick the anorexia.
can i just say that i am completely sicktodeath of skinny bitches. seriously. i'm sick of stick-figure glorifications on TV, in movies, in ads, on the street. in my dreams. on my jeans.
if i were to have one thing for 2010, it would be a fucking revolution.
feminism has not come that far.
skinny is nothing more than fashion: when it's in, it feels so right. but were it to go OUT (ie. like bellbottom jeans), we wouldn't want it anymore. i think that it is that easy.
as always, marilyn is proof:
for the record. she was pregnant at the time of these photos. but she still looks fucking amazing. and everyone at the time thought so too!
