I was sitting outside one day, watching the remaining dregs of Generation X amble by, when it hit me:
WHERE DID THE REST OF THE FEMALE POPULATION GO?
I don't mean abducted by extraterrestrials, or "Hey, maybe they went to Blockbuster."  I am a trifle concerned.  Over the couse of a mere five years, for no apparent reason, I have witnesses the somewhat rapid decrease of mass and volume of my cohorts.
Then, on the racks of the stores, size Zero appeared.  Examining these tiny
garments more closely, I concluded that

  a.) The women who wear these pants are selling off major internal organs to fit into them
    b.) There is a secret league of fashion-conscious toddlers purchasing them when I'm not there
    c.) Women, like mud puddles, are in fact EVAPORATING.

I, of course, exclude people of Asian background, who are naturally built smaller and have thrived for thousands of years.

I am a 5'5", size ten Caucasian woman.  Next to these alleged size Zeros, I look like a garganutan heifer. Be that as it may, I also happen to be mildly intelligent.  I know that I must consume food to function...to survive. I also know when I am full, what foods make me sick, and what foods potentially increase the bulk of my shell.  The cool thing is, most carbon-based life forms seem to share this inherent mechanism!
As much as a nuisance as having a menstrual cycle can be, it's pretty nice to know that I'll be able to procreate when I feel like it.  As much as a nuisance as Bad Hair Days can be, it's a far better alternative than to lose it from malnutrition.  And if I want a piece of my mom's goddamn cheesecake, I'm going to enjoy one and not worry about my thighs.

Now, I cannot understand WHY, all of a sudden, women feel compelled to just stop eating altogether; or, at the very least, make gluttons of themselves and then later pay homage to the porcelain goddess.  For what?  Just for PANTS?  Just for a DRESS?

These women are not sacrificing themselves, like Ghandhi, for political statements; nor are they on hunger strikes for religious beliefs.  They're starving themselves to compete; to attain a twisted notion of beauty. Actresses whose careers are threatened by not being thin enough, are whoring their well-being to earn a bloated income.  I understand that there are some psychological complexes which compel some people to bring harm to themselves, but there is also a hideous, underlying factor at hand - something that would make this masochism attractive in the first place.  The media is the constant scapegoat, but I also blame narcissists with no self-esteem who place this behaviour on a pedestal and perpetuate the social disease.  I also blame society's glorification of a utopian youth culture.  And I blame technology's growing abilities to toy with nature; to mould and create Überpeople.

The same goal that the Nazis were trying to attain during World War II.
Sometimes I am disgusted to even consider myself part of this species; disgusted at the unique self-awareness that all homo sapiens possess.  Look at what it has led to.

To harm your body for the sake of personal fashion is the most ludicrous, selfish thing I've ever heard.  Eat your share, ladies.  Those stupid clothes will eventually end up in the Fashion Graveyard, home to MC Hammer pants and the almighty "shrug."
Stop thinking about yourself for once.  There are people out there who would like nothing more than that good meal you eschew (if not chew.)  There were 6 million people horribly tortured with starvation during the 1940s.  And what are you doing?  You are making a dreadful, unforgiveable mockery of their plight.  Take a good look at these pictures.  Our sick society today glorifies illness.  It glorifies psychological and physical abuse.

I'm sure those poor children who endured the horrors of Auschwitz and the Horn of Africa famine, however, would really appreciate these sexy new tube tops.