This woman, model Isabelle Caro, died of anorexia last year.
An article on the possibility that the fashion industry is a contributing factor the growth of eating disorders also detailed the deaths of other models from anorexia:
“On Aug. 2, 2006, moments after stepping off a catwalk in Montevideo, Uruguay, 22-year-old fashion model Luisel Ramos collapsed and died from heart failure believed to have been triggered by self-imposed starvation. Ramos’ father reported that she had been subsisting on a diet of lettuce and Diet Coke in anticipation of the show. On Nov. 15, 2006, 21-year-old Brazilian model Ana Carolina Reston died in a São Paulo hospital from generalized infection. Her body had been rendered powerless to fight it by an extended battle with anorexia and bulimia. And on Feb. 13, 2007, Ramos’ sister, Eliana, also a model and only 18-years-old, was found dead at her grandparents’ home, apparently having suffered a heart attack linked to malnutrition.”
Notice that these women, who were almost certainly as thin as the above photos, were still working as models when they died? Yet no designer, no stylist, no make-up artist, no person whatsoever noticed they were basically skeletons with eyes and hair. Nobody intervened. Nobody helped. No sirree, what mattered was the fact the clothes looked great on them. Modern clothes are prettiest on the hanger … and women have become hangers to suit the modern fashion industry.
Hangers don’t live long. Nobody seems to give a shit. After all, they are merely women.
These women, some naturally hyper-slim because of a certain genetic phenotype, some skeletal because of a mental disease that is killing them, are used every damn day to represent the ideal beauty. They are photoshopped into “flawless perfection” in addition to their “gorgeously” emaciated bodies. Other women are then encouraged to aspire to look like they do in order to be “pretty” and thus “worthy”. Is this the sole cause of anorexia? No. Does it contribute to it? Hell, yes.
As a gender, we aspire to look like death.
Feminists, and other multitudinous groups, know this helping to drive young women into an early grave and assuring that no woman will ever feel she has a “thin enough” body. Moreover, we have exported this bullshit all over the world. Sometimes people fight back by encouraging girls to be aware they are being tricked by media. It appears to really help. So that’s what I’m doing. I am screaming from the rooftops that there are various forms of beauty, and that beauty is not the same thing as worth.
I’m going to go eat some cheese fondue. I melted the cheese over a pile of burning Vogue magazines. It tastes better that way.