Remember when beauty used to be in the eye of the beholder? I don't.

"Why do we want to be something more?"

When I eat, I can feel the calories slithering down my throat. I’ll just drop the meals - one by one. Less to consume. More to lose. Wait, no. It’s not a good idea.

I’ve wanted to be skinny since I was a toddler. But back then, I didn’t know what the meaning of ‘eating disorder’ was. Back then, the only way to lose weight was to exercise and eat the vegatables mommy and daddy gave me. And then I became a teenager.

I hate the pressure that is put on everyone to keep up some kind of spectacular image. What if you’re born ugly - right from the start? What if no amount of make-up can make you beautiful? It’s not your fault that you were born that way. But there’s a fix for that, too. If you’ve got the money, just get plastic surgery. Botox. Lypo suction. Something. But god, don’t you dare go walking around ugly or fat.

When did beauty stop being subjective?

We’ve all got these standards now a days…