I’m sure most of you have bitched about the thinning state of our super models… ribs, hips, cheek bones all just waiting to bust out of their bodies like some sluts bad cleavage. Ah, it is not a good thing. But keep in mind that this spare rib fest has only been happening since the last decade or so, because before then, the models looked healthy.

A few of you have seen America’s Next Top Model, no? Well leave it to Tyra to only pick models who aren’t about to star in a ‘feed the people of some vague African dessert’ commercial. Most of them look considerably healthy, and a good lot of them look like they could hold their own in a fist fight. Every other season or so, there is a ‘Plus Sized’ model. Now the fatties have a chance to perhaps change the industry forever and make it acceptable for all shapes and sizes to walk the catwalk! No, sorry, you must be able to walk (not roll) and we don’t want to see you falling through it at some point, paunchy bitches. Face it, that uh ‘industry’ is just not for you, and only your fellow fat bitches hope you succeed. (Ever notice how the plus size one never wins? They are NOT WANTED!)

This is what really gets me about most people’s mindset about that entire industry. They think its all fun and glamour and you get free clothes and to chill with famous people and your career skyrockets right away. NO NO NO. The fashion industry sucks more dick that a Las Vegas prostitute!!! If you think that chilling around with other bland boney bitches all day (ALL DAY. starting at 5 AM ending at midnight) Never being fed more than an old crumbly nutrigrain bar the entire time, wearing the most uncomfortable shoes not to mention some retarded outfit that you wouldn’t be caught dead wearing in public, and to top it all off you barely even get paid anything for it because your greedy agency takes GIGANTIC cuts out of your final check. So poof, afterwards there you are, a beautiful day wasted with a bunch a bitchy designers and snobby ‘important’ people who refuse to wear any article of clothing that costs less than your car, and enough money to get you to McDonald’s and back a few times, or maybe just enough to pay a quarter of your rent.

Why people are allured to this lifestyle I will never know. Why the fatties feel they need to fight for a proper place in it is beyond me. They must be fat, AND stupid to want to be a part of it. Why every other little girl dreams of being a super model is probably more upsetting to me than a fat bitch in a skirt and tank top, rolls and all.

Eat your veggies

~ Molly May