I always fantasized about being someone different. How everything on me was imperfect somehow. How I needed to be the all-american girl with the perfectly toned legs and the flat stomach and beautiful hair. It's a hard standard to strive to. You could work out all you want, but never reach that standard. It's where anorexia and bulimia started. Women felt they needed to be skinny to be accepted or loved. It's hard to watch someone waste away like that. Now little kids are being sucked into the world of perfect and "beautiful." And parents are suppose to teach these children that you don't need to be a size 0 to be happy. Every human being on this earth, big or small, is beautiful and I wish people would see that.