So You Want To Be Hollywood Skinny?

I'll run very far from here.                                         Many miles from my hated mirror. For I have seen the beast; felt his fear.                                                     My future could not be clearer. I must purge the fat from my hidden bones. It repulses, sickens me. And like flying, splintered stones It hurts me----can't you see? I banned you once, you fatted cow; Sent you screaming into the night. But now you're back and I must vow                       To claw and tear and fight. I'll reclaim my power----just wait and see. You'll no longer taint my life. I'll emerge one day; I'll be lithe and free While you dig your grave with your fork and knife. Ru...

R.I.P Susan Harper I cannot believe this incredibly sad news item and even as I write this, I cannot fathom the depths of despair our girl must have sunk to in order to have totally lost hope at twenty. Look, I like a good juicy tidbit about the pitfalls of being in the media just as much as the next person and slagging them all mercilessly is my idea of blogging heaven. There never seem to be enough hours in the day in which to pick apart the lives and paint Hollywood gods for the superficial and unrealistic behemoths they are, but on this damned cold autumn morning, I am completely at a loss for sarcasm and celebrity bashing. Sadly, no-one was surprised that our darling Susie Harper had tragically taken her own life. The warning signs glared brightly enough to grimly illustrate the downward spiral of the actress known more for her relentless partying, scores of male suitors and affinity for nose candy. So why didn't anyone try to help her? I am certain that the answer lies ...

Alice Montgomery knew, at the age of eight, that one day, she would be famous, adored and a beautiful young songstress with which to be reckoned. From using a hair brush and glancing at herself in the mirror as she hit the high notes in "Amazing Grace" to winning a teenage talent contest at thirteen, Alice seemed unstoppable. She was comfortable in her own body, even though she still carried the remnants of stubborn baby fat on her large-boned frame. Life was going much as she'd envisioned as she sat, bored and distracted in her grade school class. "I don't belong here," she lamented, tapping her pen on her desk. "Soon I'm going to blow this stupid popsycle stand and soon everyone will know my name!" Everyone marvelled at Alice's self-confidence and dogged determination to turn the popular music world by storm. Whereas her school buddies dreamed of their favourite boyfriends and looked forward to their high school prom, Alice spent her...

Thin At Any Cost If I told you once, I told you twice, That pie is the enemy; Forego that slice. Do you want rolls of fat to swallow you whole? Or put a cap on your greed, then resemble a pole. You may falsely think I'm berating you, fool. Or that I'm disgusted when hunger makes your mouth drool. Believe me, all I want is the best for you, dear. The thinner's the winner; Do I make myself clear? Just look at me: I never stray from my diet. Hunger makes your will stronger; Why don't you try it? To purposely starve is euphoric: Be strong. Ana will whisper to you---she's never been wrong. Stare down your weaknesses; Run miles and miles. Then your wraithlike mirror image just smiles. Are you listening to me, you fat, ugly swine? I will banish your fatness----the victory's mine. Worth Dying For? Please help me! I ate cake and ice cream! You're so pathetic--look on as I scream. Your punishment will be to look in the mirror. See the fat...

How the eighteen-year-old went from this: To this: .....In one glorious summer of perfection. When the school year was finally over, Daphne Stone couldn't help fearing the next three summer months. Her friends practically lived at the beach, spending long, glorious afternoons in tiny bikinis, swimming, water-skiing and tanning. So why was she fearing this idyllic existence? She was, by her own admission, quite chubby and had been most of her life. A classic pear shaped body type, she was cursed with a fairly small upper body, complete with depressingly small breasts and a substantially larger bottom half. Daphne cringed everytime she looked at herself in the mirror and lamented her size four upper body and size twelve lower half. Finding clothes that fit well was nearly impossible, so while her pals, Cindy Shaw and Chloe Benson flaunted their wonderful thinness, with completely flat stomachs and decent sized chests. Daphne was as pretty as they were, however and that was lik...

Even as a toddler, Sara Jane Moody showed extraordinary signs of being an amazing prodigy. When only three years old, she picked up a hair brush, pretended it was a microphone and belted out "Mamie" for a stunned mother and father. Apparently, Sara Jane had pulled her father's old records, including those by a past favourite, Al Jolson. While her parents, Emily and Ross Moody sat enraptured, their talented child entertained them with a litany of songs, all of them sung on key, with nary a missed lyric. "My God, child!" Ross enthused, clapping vigorously. "When did you learn to do that?? It's amazing!" Sara Jane smiled, finding that she loved the sound of applause even at that tender age. "Daddy, I love this! I want to be a singer. I do!" Emily wasn't so sure if this was a good thing or not. "Wait a minute, honey. She sings one song and suddenly she's a singer? She's just a little girl, barely out of diapers for G...