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via Huffington Post
Tried and True Survival Skills:
1. Bring your own toilet paper
2. Do not accept watered down alcoholic beverages from strangers
4. Wipe yourself down with baby wipes for a quick hobo shower (you and those standing around you will thank you for this)
5. MORE SUNSCREEN
One highlight: Doomtree…Bangarang!
One regret: Choosing Santigold over Frank Ocean
One disappointment: The Weeknd
One surprise: Calvin Harris
Tried and True Fashion Suggestions:
1. Shorts (or skorts or jorts)
2. Backpack (be wary of back-sweat)
3. Stunna shades and other accessories
4. Bring a second pair of shoes in case it gets muddy
5. Sweat rag (to wipe away the oh so attractive glisten)
Kind-of-Meant-for-Me-Moment: Childish Gambino… “Asian girls everywhere…UCLA”
Most fun to watch: Oberhofer! Brad is just a big ball of sunshine and music (and hair).
And let’s not forget how the skies turned green and reigned over our sadness for 2 and 1/2 hours…
I found this blog called Skinny Gossip last night that repulsed me to the core. According to Skinny Gurl, the misguided person behind this controversial site, “the idea was to create a gossip site with a snarky counter-view to a culture that glorifies excess consumption.” By “excess consumption,” Skinny Gurl is referring to girls who maintain a healthy diet and have normal, natural curves. Apparently, Skinny Gurls should only be bones and skin. No meat, no thickness, no volume allowed ANYWHERE. Anything more than skin is “excess.” Need an example of what Skinny Gurl considers the average fat-ass? See below:
Oh NO! LORD FORBID. Lindsay Lohan weighs 120 LBS at 5’2″…WHAT A “VILE” HUMAN BEING! I think I just vom’ed in my mouth.
The even sicker thing is that devoted followers of Skinny Gossip laud and encourage each other to consume an exorbitantly meager amount of calories to get even skinnier. As I was browsing the forum section of the site, one girl was concerned that she looked fat even when she was getting through her days with negative net caloric intake (burning off more than she was taking in). If that’s not anorexia, body dysmorphic disorder, or some sort of mental illness then I don’t know what is.
Self-proclaimed skinny gurls or skinny gurl wannabes advise each other on starvation tips and how to avoid eating at social gatherings.
Skinny gurls must fit into size 0 jeans. Size 00 is better. Triple zero? Even better. The ideal situation would be to disappear completely.
Skinny gurls must look like prepubescent boys. Big butts and big boobs are for fat girls, which means Kim Kardashian is atrocious. How is she even able to stay afloat in a bikini with that anchor dangling behind her?
Skinny gurls must do whatever is necessary to maintain their figure. Smoke cigarettes, endure hunger, look at pictures of Kim Kardashian’s behind so they will feel sick and “not want to eat the rest of the week”, lock themselves in their closets, etc. Putting food into their bodies is just like throwing away good food in the trash. In other words, skinny gurls are garbage cans. Seen in a different light, they are food conservers. They eat only what is “necessary.” The world should champion them for their humanitarian efforts. In fact, if everyone ate just like skinny gurls then hunger problems would be globally irrelevant, because everyone would look like famished African orphans by choice. It’s all about self-control, people.
Here are some more examples of people who skinny gurls believe are “hurt” by food (see quote above for clarification):
No one is spared. Not even Victoria’s Secret models…
What belly?! What thighs?!
So what do skinny gurls consider “skinny” then?
What upsets me the most is seeing how our generation has completely distorted the connection between the human body and food. Food has become the enemy instead of a fuel source. Food is bad. Food tempts us. Food is not enjoyed. Food elicits guilt. Food is out to get us, to make us fat, to lower our self-esteem, to make it impossible to be “skinny” and “happy.” Food is the monster, and we have become the victims.
I have no overarching advice. There will always be days when we feel fat, and there will be days when we feel thin. There will be tubs of ice cream we wish we hadn’t eaten, just like there will be buckets of tears we wish we hadn’t cried. There will be mornings when we stand before a mirror scrutinizing the surface area of the body like a crime scene. There will be nights when we realize our bodies are mason jars filled with light. There will be hands that pinch and probe us until we are bruised and purple as corpses. There will also be hands that roam our bodies trying to learn the architecture of what they have set out to love. Let the first hands to find the answer be your own.
Valentino Resort 2013. Pure femininity and flower power. Forget the white dress tradition. I would love to don one of these beautiful works for art for my wedding. If I was tall and slim enough to rock the jumpsuit look, it would definitely be a heavy contender. Too bad I was given the “short” asian genes. Womp. My absolute favorite though is the last one in this sequence, a dreamy floral bed of perfection.
See the entire selection at Vogue.
Marie Claire Australia June 2012