She walks in beauty like the night/Of cloudless climes and starry skies

So, this is going to be a post slightly different from those before it; this isn't about me. Well, maybe a little--it's about a specific opinion, and my view of such. The opinion? Beauty.

I've been having problems since January with my weight. Oddly, I was happy the way I was, and then the weight started dropping. No one has been able to figure out how or why it happened, but I lost 20 pounds, which scared me. No one else seemed bothered by it, though. All I got was, "do you know how many girls would kill for that?"
Yes, I do know. And that sucks. It really does. Unless you're literally overweight (BMI of 24+), you DON'T NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT. Guess what? You're supposed to weight at least 2 pounds per inch of height. At LEAST. I'm 5'9" and 130 pounds. My hipbones are visible. I'd like to gain at least 5 pounds back.

I saw a friend in March for the first time since October, and the first thing I heard was, "You've lost weight, you look so good!" I realise it was meant as a compliment, but...does it mean that I didn't look good before? Or just that losing weight equals looking better?

If weight loss is equated with beauty, it's no wonder that anorexia, bulimia, and other disorders are so common. Good god, people. Bones aren't attractive.

A friend of mine is very pretty. She's about 5'5, with great legs, great boobs. She's a size 6. And she wishes she was thinner, because, just like most of America, "thin is in."

It makes me want to cry, it really does. Whatever happened to womanly shape? I mean, good god, beautiful women are CURVY. Catherine Zeta-Jones is a size ten. Marilyn Monroe, in today's sizes, would be an eight. I don't know anyone who thinks razor-sharp collarbones are attractive, but that's all we see! The heroin-chic look is as popular as ever, and it's pissing me off.

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