Why is it illegal for girls to have legs?

The whiter the female, the more non existent the legs. If you are a celebrity, or rich and white, which may be the same thing, girls own personal enemy are their legs. Those useful biological standing blocks are this generation's public enemy number one. Whereas for the antebellum society, the rising waistline had to be monitored and kept at bay. How dare girls actually try and have normal digestive systems... For us, those long rounded numbers that could be used to carry us around the world, or up university steps, or across the basketball court, are being downsized. The zeitgeist of thin, pencil waists, and prepubescent stick legs has returned, along with other prefeminism attaaches.

The female movie star is usually the most guilty of this war on the thigh, but the guilt is actually being carried around in the once joyful hearts of young women. They intake all this, and are taught only to hate themselves. For celebrities like Amy Winehouse, herself a sufferer of addictions and compulsive behavior, it is not uncommon to add on another such "improvement manifesto" on their road to perfection. The opposite is the uncommon part.


I myself am a survivor and can recognize a person whose will has been stolen from them, as they have succumb to the rules of the Magazine. They want those rewards, so they follow those rules, to the T. And I endured anything to get there, because as it was explained to me, I was far removed from the latitude of reward. I had to fight and suffer to earn my way there.
I had to cross the ocean and fake my prestige. But once I arrived, there was no sense of arrival. Because as it came to be clear, there was no where to go. I had moved none. I had only succeeded in brainwashing myself with the lies of the outside. There was no truth there, only pin and self punishment, all of which I assumed I deserved. otherwise why wouldn't I have been there already? I obviously had some natural flaw that I had to destroy in order to be one of the Entitled.

I see others who may have fallen under the spell of lost will, and I don't know what to say. I think its all been said before, and they know it. But they had long since stopped believing it. So I try to convince them to believe it again. And the only way to convince is by caring and showing. As it was shown to me.

So, have your legs, have your arms, have your breasts, have your shape, and most importantly have your voice. I am whole, nothing can blow me down. Go out and talk to people, be with them, not against them, and you can become whole too.