I am a big celebrity junkie. I like reading all the entertainment magazines, I watch E!, and a bunch of the other celebrity news shows. I like making fun of them, it’s so easy. But the other day I was reading a very popular entertainment magazine, and the whole magazine was about “celebrity diets”. And the “before” and “after” pictures. Okay, there were pictures of women who were pregnant, that was their before picture (because you know they couldn’t find another picture with them having an ounce of weight on them), and then the post baby picture was the after. Then there were the other ones talking about how they were a huge size 6 before, and now thankfully they are down to a size 0 or 1 thanks to all that diet and exersize! Are you kidding me? No normal woman is a 0 or a 1! “Oh thank goodness for my personal trainer, and my dietician, who have helped me get my figure back.” Give me a break! And then I read that the winner of the America’s Next Top Model is a plus size model. Do you know how plus size she is? She is an 8 or a 9! HELLO?! I’ve now become “plus size”, (it must be all those ice cream cones). But that is just crazy! I’ve been smaller than I am right now, and let me tell you, I look better with a little meat on my bones. I am no longer a skeleton, and I have curves. Of course I would like some muscle tone, but as I said before, that would require me to exersize, and I’m not doing that. I don’t think too skinny people look good, if they did there wouldn’t be such a demand for implants or plastic surgery! If you really think about it, everyone talks about dieting, and trying to be thin, but then women go to the doctor to get implants (all types) to make themselves bigger, lip injections to make their lips bigger etc. So, I guess the message is, get thin and then go to the doctor to get stuff pumped into you to make yourself bigger. As long as it’s not natural that’s all that matters right? Kinda stupid! Just be happy with yourself, and be glad you don’t have a bunch of photographers hanging outside your house waiting to snap a picture of you. I guess when that happens, I will care, until then, I’ll enjoy my ice cream cones, and be a happy plus size!