It’s cool if you’re skinny, and it’s cool if you’re not.

Just be healthy—shitty stuff happens at both extreme ends of the spectrum.

Few things make me more grouchy than seeing a photo reblogged into the stratosphere by a ton of pro-ana fuckwits. Starving yourself isn’t noble. Body dysmorphia is a mental illness and y’all need to seek treatment before your teeth melt out of your skulls.

You know what’s really fucking attractive? Someone who do a few pushups. A mate who can chop kindling. Somebody who can hopefully not fall to pieces when shit goes all Cormac McCarthy and we find ourselves fighting over semi-edible rat carcasses.

Fuck professional waifs. Or rather, don’t. Their legs might snap before either of you start really having fun.