Because the mass media says that size 3 is the only size to be, children are starving themselves. Because of airbrushed bimbos in bikinis and silicone implants, women are hurting themselves. Because men fail to recognize that models don't represent the average american woman, they make asses of themselves. I know that to be truly me, I don't have to be a size 3, this is what I'm telling myself. Because I'm an educated, beautiful woman, I shouldn't let them shove this impossible image onto myself. I know better. So why am I hating myself? It pisses me off!
Reason for writing:
Another American fallacy.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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