I want to be fat!” proclaimed the girl with the enviable figure. It took me all my willpower to not roll my eyes at the sheer shitheaded-ness of the sentence. Fat? Really? Why on earth would somebody with a sound mind want that? I opted to give a well acquired spaced out look as she continued to mumble about her misery , apparently caused by her thin frame.
The “I want to be thin” syndrome is quite popular, thanks to the late 90's, where the common belief, it seemed, was that if you have a midriff, FLAUNT IT. Its sister syndrome however, or the “I want to be fat” thingy is quite new. Diabetes and multiple heart attacks? Sure! Bring ‘em on!
The thing with both of them is dissatisfaction. They wish and they wish some more. Then again, ‘If wishes were horses, beggars would ride’. It seems that no amount of thinning or curves satisfies the masses. From what I see, everyone lean wants to be “fat”, and of course, vice-versa. And it is not just the figure that gives the ladies nightmares. Acne, blackheads, pimples, freckles, blotches, scars, marks, sun burns, sun tans, other types of “sun fury”, and also what I was surprised to learn recently, whiteheads. Really? What’s next? 50 shades of grey on your skin? Just when you think you are well versed in the academics of this “stuff”, bam comes a new one. Between you and me- there’s no end to it, so grab your blanket and go to bed.
However the whole hypothesis points to a singularly grave question; why would you want to change into a walking advertisement for a cosmetic line?? Looking good is vital and important, sure. But is it worth questioning your appearance every time you look in the mirror? Yes, you aren’t Angelina Jolie, and that’s because you aren’t meant to be. You are you. Stay that way. Enjoy and appreciate what you have. And once in a while, be thankful.
As for those of you who want to be “fat”, just eat a damn burger already.
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