"Traitor"

I love models. I really do, I promise i'm not being sarcastic this time.
Clothes look better on them, they share the same shoe size with me, and the'yre just so nice to stare at. Ok fine, so grapes to them are are what gummy bears are to the average female, big whoop. They didn't wake up one morning and say what career path should I take to piss off the "big boned" people? No, instead they decided to use they're elongated physique, flawless skin, and flat chests to make a buck. 

The American folk started listening to commercials and proceeded to actually grab a Snickers bar when they were hungry. Then obesity happened, and 100 calorie packs came out.  Everyone became overly sensitive about the models and their poor eating habits, or no eating habits, and the "real women" obsession became an obsession. Now, you flip through a magazine to see  "Dove: Real Beauty" ads showing real women, so women across America, who eat Chipotle and consider a workout to be a walk in the food court of the mall, can stop crying and blaming ads for their self esteem problems. Leave the magazines alone, if we wanted to look at real women, we could easily just take a walk around the supermarket or go to a library. Moving on, all hell broke loose when plus size model "Crystal Renn" dropped down from size 10-12 to I dunno, an 8 or 6. Geez, the whole world went mad over this tragic event. Relax people, she was a size 12 model who walked down Chanel runways. There's something a bit weird with that, sorry, don't hate me. Crystal Renn is thinner now and you know what, she looks hotter. There.
So people, if you are disappointed that Crystal Renn downsized herself,  get your self on a stair master and weep about something else, for the love of god.