Here's my model talk. Why? I'm bored.
Super-skinny models versus voluptious models.
Super skinnies are just skinny. I find them boring. Womanly curves are nice. They are attractive. Bones and skin stretched out over them aren't. Girls and women can strive to be like them by dieting, exercising like nuts, and a variety of horrible eating disorders. Not good.
Voluptuous models are beautiful. They have breasts, either average-sized or bigger, shapely legs and a healthy-sized butt. However, they are still skinny. They just have a little more meat to them. Their tummies and waists are like the super skinnies. They just got more boobs and butt to them.
Which brings me to this conclusion. They (media...regular people) think that this trend of curvy models is wonderful...healthier and sexier. They are more realistic than the skinny waifs. I say, "Yes...but there is a catch." Skinny waifs are just skinny...you could probably come close to looking like her if you really really tried (using the before-mentioned tactics, both healthy and unhealthy). However, I think the body of a curvy model is even harder to attain. Why? Cause you can't get bigger boobs (at least naturally), and you can't really get a firm, curvy butt (unless again, you work out like mad...toning exercises and all). But still...curvy models are gorgeous...they are society's ideal...at least fashion society's ideal.
What has come out of this stupid entry?? I don't know. I am just wondering how a person can seemingly get born or look so damn perfect...at least physically. But I know that even models have their own little insecurities. Understandable...but still so weird. They are almost perfect...but they don't think they are.
I just know that it sucks being in a world where looks count so much...that beauty is force-fed to you though the media. Where skinny is the ideal. Sometimes I wish I could have lived during the Renaissance. You know the art...the paintings...women with lots of extra meat to their bodies...thighs that aren't toned...bellies that have a little pooch...some with a lot more pooch...breasts that are average-sized as compared to the saline-breasted variety that is so popular these days. These Renaissance women were the ideal. They were adored. Loved. Lusted after. Painted to last for eternity. These women WERE the majority. And they were worshipped as delicious beings. Now, the alien model race...is worshipped and adored...and they account for such a small small percentage of the women that live today.
It sucks. It sucks. Yeah I am jealous. I know I can't look like a supermodel. I am pretty but not OHMYGOD STUNNING. I wish I did look like a supermodel. But it ain't happening. I should just be happy with who I am. My husband is...so I should be too for heaven's sake.
This was really a dumb entry. I probably haven't made any sense. Forgive me.