I’m not good at endings.
When I write, I write full steam ahead
Barely pausing to take a breath
Because I fear I’ll lose the words,
The feelings I’m trying to let out,
But I never know how to finish it.
And when I was leaving, I didn’t
Say goodbye to you because there’s a line
In Peter Pan that says that goodbye
Ultimately leads to forgetting and I’ve
Never wanted to forget anyone less,
And I think goodbye sounds an
Awful lot like an ending.
Supermodel Karlie Kloss was photoshopped to look less thin for a Numero campaign. There are so many things wrong with this. Models are forced to be incredibly thin to fit a certain aesthetic, but when they do, they’re so emaciated that they have to be photoshopped to not look sick.
Robin Hardy, a former creative director at Vogue, has commented on the practice of photoshopping to cover up the aesthetic and health costs of extreme thinness:
“At the time, when we pored over the raw images, creating the appearance of smooth flesh over protruding ribs, softening the look of collarbones that stuck out like coat hangers, adding curves to flat bottoms and cleavage to pigeon chests, we felt we were doing the right thing…
But now, I wonder. Because for all our retouching, it was still clear to the reader that these women were very, very thin. But, hey, they still looked great!
They had 22-inch waists (those were never made bigger), but they also had breasts and great skin. They had teeny tiny ankles and thin thighs, but they still had luscious hair and full cheeks.
Thanks to retouching, our readers… never saw the horrible, hungry downside of skinny. That these underweight girls didn’t look glamorous in the flesh. Their skeletal bodies, dull, thinning hair, spots and dark circles under their eyes were magicked away by technology, leaving only the allure of coltish limbs and Bambi eyes.”
Ahh I never new this got so much attention! Yay! This kind of thing getting awareness makes me so much happier than that other picture…
I’ve never heard of this before, but this is SO INCREDIBLY telling. We all know of models being photoshopped to look thinner, but in reality some of these people are so thin to the point of unhealthiness that people in power, not wanting to show the public what has been done to these models, purposely reverse-photoshop them to look healthier, because God forbid we be forced to come to terms with the overwhelming pressure we put on women to be thin.
Just….wow. Can’t even handle this right now.
^From my personal blog, hopefully that made some sense and didn’t come across as problematic.
This makes me cry.
EXCUSE ME?! EXCUUUUSE ME??!?! IS THAT A FUCKING DING DONG COSMIC BROWNIE MASHUP?!?! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW. I CANNOT PHYSICALLY BELIEVE WHAT MY EYEBALLS ARE SEEING. THIS IS THE MOST GLORIOUS CREATION I HAVE EVER LAID EYES ON BLESS U AMEN.
We have come far as a species
it hurt when I stumbled across her.
she was like broken glass all along the floor.
but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.
I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain.
she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it.
and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her.
I wanted to pick up her pieces.
I wanted to put her back together.
and so I tried. I really did.
I got a little cut along the way.
the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.
I wanted to see her happy.
every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever.
she was getting better.
eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away.
but she didn’t take me with her.
and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her.
wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine.
I should probably get the fuck up.
You’re so thin,
all bones and scarred skin,
all worry and over-the-counter medicine,
an imprint of the girl you’ve been.
It’s been awhile since
I’ve felt like myself.
And I said:
I would give you my skin
if you told me you were cold.
I would cut out my heart
if you told me yours was getting old.
I want you to know
that I’m thinking of you
even when I’m not
thinking of myself.