mister kaplan enjoyed
his bingo lunch crispies and now stands on main street and tries to forget
the fact that he keeps waking up punch drunk inside the new news with all
the camera doctored cut-outs and death tolls and ticket sales and celebrity
train wrecks and the big payoff keeping him plastered behind the drywall wanting
and suffocating living through actors beating our heads with hammers trying to
fit into a smaller size pantsuit and following a strategic plan which is
devised for a profit margin and operated by pin-striped babboons and we'll
work for them gladly by paying for the latest version of the fantasy machine
and logging on and tuning in and volunteer into the electric vortex neck
brace they have clamped on top of our mushy noggins to keep our heads down
because we are just not quite smart enough or beautiful enough to match their
scripts but thanks to all the keen products and mad-cow drill holes so
we blend and drool seamlessly to the adverts in the busstops reminding us that
Real Live v2.1 is now being featured on sale so we don't have to invent
one of our own and we can copy it digitally and download it genetically to our
wee-gap-kinder because they deserve the best and we are such well trained
monkeys with drug jumped smiles poking from under the misery and we work
and work and work and are free at last to surround ourselves with polymers and
antennae with improved optical skank wires running into our brains which
are being gloss-painted and steam-cleaned
30 screaming seconds at a time
When you look in a mirror what do you see?
Do you see a complex mixture of spirit, authentic emotions and unique perceptions? Or do you see an inferior creature who doesn't measure up, is uncertain and has questionable talents?
Walking down busy streets when you catch a glimpse of yourself in a store window reflection, what do you notice first?
you see something you like?
Something you are proud of, something you ultimately were born with and will live with happily? Or do you scrutinise and pick-out negatives to torment your mind: I look like shit, Iím too fat, Iím too puny, I'm awkward and clumsy, my breasts sag, I'm losing my hair, Iím too short.
If this is the case do you ever wonder why you think this? Who planted that seed into your head? Isn't it time time to do some weeding...
FAT IS IN THE STATS!
The average female fashion model is 23% thinner than the average woman. Gisele is a freak of nature folks!
The average model is 5í9Ē tall, weighs 110 pounds, and wears a size 8 dress but the average real woman is 5í4Ē tall, weighs 140 pounds, and wears a size 14 dress.
If store mannequins were real women they would have 10% body fat. To have a normal menstrual cycle, a woman typically needs at least 17-22% body fat.
The current fashion model body type is possible for only 10% of the population. Itís determined by genes. You canít diet to get this body type.
75% of women in the Western World are dissatisfied with their appearance. 50% are on a diet at any one time.
Young girls admit being more afraid of becoming fat than they are of nuclear war, cancer, or losing their parents.
90% of junior and senior high school women diet regularly, even though only 10% are over average weight.