#thinness

Sometimes I feel dishonest because I will very often argue that the thinness advertising is trying to sell isn't just unhealthy, it's not even attractive. Like they tell you you'll be prettier, but you won't be. It's nonsense.

The thing is I'll be arguing that and then later I'll look at myself in the mirror and be like. Wow. That's a really nice ribcage. I'm glad I can look at my ribcage. Bones are so pretty.

And then I'll go, should I be thinking this? Have I bought into the whole thinness propaganda? I really hope not, but... bones. Fingers go tap-tap-tap on bones. Satisfying.

And the only ways I know of to really admire bones are 1: work with skeletons (I do this too) and 2: be skinny.

I don't care for the idealised, airbrushed sort of thinness (and you probably shouldn't either) (you can't actually see the bones in most magazines so what's the point) (even though they're often thin enough that you should see bones?) (it's not achievable, they're trying to sell you something unachievable, don't listen). But I still like my own from an aesthetic standpoint. Because bones.