No wonder we’re all so fucked up

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You know what the model above needs to do? Lose weight.

Wait, I’m sorry, what?

I hate weight loss commercial. They’re so freaking triggering.

But more so, I hate weight loss commercials where the people who need to lose weight are already thin.

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  1. Mhm.
    “I’m on this new diet. Well, I don’t eat anything and when I feel like I’m about to faint I eat a cube of cheese. I’m just one stomach flu away from my goal weight.” -Emily, The Devil Wears Prada

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    • Ugh, yes!
      ‘I spent a semester in Paris…got salmonella poisoning and lost twenty pounds. Best diet EVER!” -Juliette, Psych

      Not to mention, I was watching the Disney Channel with my two young nieces and someone made the joke, “I could just eat you up! …If I ate.”

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      • Dude, The Devil Wears Prada is full of gems! Like:
        “Corn chowder. That’s an interesting choice. You do know that cellulite is one of the main ingredients in corn chowder.”
        …and…
        “Don’t make me feed you to one of the models.”
        …and this coversation…
        ” Andy: So none of the girls here eat anything?
        Nigel: Not since two became new four and zero became the new two.
        Andy: Well, I’m a six…
        Nigel: Which is the new fourteen.”

        Or what my roommate says to me “Ew, women with bones protruding look disgusting. They look like they need a sandwich once in a while.” and later tells me when she can tell I’m losing weight because she can see more prominent bones. Thanks, dear, for just calling my bones ugly. Love it.

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