These are mantras taken directly from this thinspiration blog:
“I want to be so thin that my hip bones will hurt people when I hug them.” Hurt them? Honestly? Why would hurting someone in any capacity be a good reason to get skinnier? People wouldn’t remember you as the hot skinny chick - they’d remember you as the girl who stabbed them with her fucking pelvis.
“I want to be so thin that I don’t have to worry about whether or not I’m crushing him when I’m sitting on top of him.” I’m sure if you have a boyfriend, he probably doesn’t “turn off” his love for you when you sit on his lap because you weigh more than a lapdog and then turn it back on when you get off.
“I want to be so skinny that my vagina will get three inches thicker.” What on earth does this even mean?! I’m so confused.
“I want to be so thin that ever photograph from every angle looks good.” Personally, seeing photographs of skeletons from every angle makes me a bit sick.
“I want to be so thin that my collar bones could poke an eye out.” Again, I don’t believe that this is anatomically possible.
“Think of how great it will feel in the winter when you’re feeling tiny underneath a huge sweater.” You will not feel tiny and cute. If you’re wearing a huge sweater that hangs on you, you will feel cold.
“So…you’d rather have a bag of chips than look like this? That’s embarrassing, and pathetic.” So, you’d rather destroy your health to conform to beauty ideals that only exist due to the patriarchal media than live your life to the fullest while you’re alive? That’s embarrassing, and pathetic.
There are many, many more gems on this thinspo tumblr, and they’re all ridiculous and awful to the point of being laughable. Trust me ladies, being skinny will not make all your dreams come true. I was skinny as a twig in high school and boys NEVER noticed me. In fact, they never gave me the light of day. And people did not flock to be friends with me solely because I’m skinny (because that’s the most flawed logic I think has ever existed). The men I’ve dated have liked me for my personality and my talents, and I’m sure that my weight had nothing to do with it.
Food and sex are two animal needs, and human societal rituals, that have become inseparable. This is why food is so crucial to dating! “Let’s get coffee.” “Want to grab lunch?” “How about dinner sometime?” The general consensus among men is that a women who enjoys food is attractive. And I personally think there is nothing sexier than a man who cooks. What’s the point if you don’t acknowledge his gesture and reject the food he made for you? Sigh.
I’m done being angry with people who think like this. At this point I just think it’s both simultaneously pitiful and hilarious.
