Show me a female who can sincerely admit that she is happy with her appearance in every way. Someone, who wouldn’t change a thing about herself/himself even if it was as easy as just wishing it. Unless that person is a bold one living-on-some-mountain monk, I don’t think that that kind of person exists.
Our physical shape is dictated to us as well as anything else: dress according to the latest fashion, date the coolest guys (also make sure your parents like them), read the right books, and eat the right food. What is the right food, I wonder. Do you open your refrigerator and a carton of milk jump out of it into your lap, screaming: “I am good for your health! Drink me! …And quit staring at that chocolate cake!!!”.
No help from groceries? Need not worry, ‘cause precisely at this point, tones of really good articles and health books emerge to your assistance. Before you know it, your head is overloaded with useful advice on the greatest diets, best cosmetics, and the safest birth control accessories – this is when you lose control instead of gaining it. Your head is spinning, ready to blow up any second, too much information (this would be a good time for me to advise you on a really-really good diet, Just kidding).
This is the point when you should stop. First thing first, take a deep breath. Have you ever considered that perhaps you need not a diet? (Shame on me, I know) But still, could there be any chance at all that all you need is the right nutrition? I’m sure you’ve all heard about dystrophy – an unpleasant disease that turns a beautiful body into a living (in better cases) skeleton. Dystrophy, like other such mischiefs, often arises from the notion that if you are not a top-model-skinny-creature, girl, you are fat. Do yourselves a favor, before starving yourselves to death, throw away a couple of fashion magazines, I am sure you’ll feel better right away.