...I'd rather weigh too much than not enough

So some days I feel like there's an alternate universe where fat is the standard of pretty and the proverbial they will find our world and be utterly confused. Because, really, it makes no sense. In Hawaii and other weird isolated islands when you get old you're supposed get fat as a sign of wealth. If food costs money, and poor people starve, why isn't being plump a status symbol? One day these alternate fat people are going to land and be like "ew, put those bones away..."

I'm ranting. there's a reason.

see, I'm in this play and we're in hell week. Now, no one likes doing costumes (it's like the dress up game from hell, where you have no choice and the stakes are raised by being stuck with safety pins) but my little sister is thirteen and has fairly big boobs for it and isn't as small as me. So none of the costumes fit over her boobs (she wasn't the only person this happened to.) When she told the director this, she said "It's not your boobs. You're going to have to do some sit ups if you want to fit into any of these dresses."

And it's a pretty good thing we don't own a flame thrower, because my mother would be roasting marshmallows on a burning skinny woman.

that was graphic. I'm kind of mad. Weight is just so...insubstantial. Like there are two extremes, being very thin and very big. But to society, very thin is very much more accept (and god do I hate to be accepted.) I'd rather be too fat. Because guess what, I'd get to eat more.