My Beef With Thinspiration
Originally published at Home Sweet Hjelmstad on June 16th, 2012 I know you've seen her too. Slender thighs, a painfully thin midsection, sculpted arms, and a gracefully arching back save for the ribs visibly poking through. The only variations are her face, her name, and possibly the addition of a six or eight pack that barely veils her ribs. But her name matters not, because these days she's simply known as Thinspiration. I, personally, call her a liar. She taunts women constantly, her form plastered everywhere, convincing them with ease that they can look better, no--they must look better, and that she exists to serve as their motivation. She is one of the many reasons I have long avoided buying a scale.