oh man yeah girls are so nuts imagine being raised in a society that demands thinness of you, ribcages assaulting you from every billboard, endless legs and gangly arms and doe eyed models peering out at you from every magazine page, all telling you that you aren’t right, that you don’t fit, that you aren’t small enough or delicate enough to be wanted or accepted, that you are too plump and messy and unkempt to ever be loved or love yourself. ask yourself how a young girl is meant to navigate this world, how she is meant to survive when every piece of media thrust at her is subliminally, or at times overtly, telling her that things would fall into place if she was smaller. would you blame her for dieting? would you blame her for getting ill? and after years of this fluctuation, this succumbing to these ideals, then rejecting them, then succumbing again, can you understand the exhaustion and the fear that surrounds weight and food? something meant for fuel, turned into something to be feared because the threat still hangs so heavy, saying if you become larger, you will lose your worth. and you have the gall to call this dumb, when you, presumably a male, play a part in this heinous dynamic, feeling at ease to police women on their appearances, deem us too fat, too thin, not enough ass, too much stomach and then when you don’t fancy actually listening to these concerns, when you’ve finished critiquing and objectifying, you can sit back and call us dumb and shallow for caring and being affected so deeply by this toxic culture that you play a part in in the first place. absolutely, profoundly bugger off. 

The power of television…