My plan this week was to review all six blogs mentioned in the Marie Claire article. I'm not going to do that, for two very good reasons. The first is that this is the week of midterms, and I have no idea what the hell I was thinking. Crockett has seen nothing but the back of my head, my brain literally feels like a muscle that I've over-exercised, and I haven't taken a single test yet.
The other, better reason, is that I feel like sort of an asshat.
I let Marie Claire, a magazine that currently has a photoshop yourself 'virtual weightloss tool' on their homepage, suggest to me that some women were doing something wrong. Some women that do what I do every day - give some lovin to the internets and hope to get some in return.
Remember that day when I drew a silly picture? Or that day that I was freaking miserable and wrote some barely coherent a blah-didi-blah? Or that plethora of days when I purposely didn't write about something that was going on, because it was was too painful or because it would make me sound like a whiner or because it was as much Crockett's secret or Star's secret or someone else's secret as mine?
What I'm trying to say is that these women, the two that I already wrote about and the four that I didn't, are doing their best, and they're sharing those attempts. I don't know what I expected, but I didn't find thinly veiled references to pro-ana lifestyles. I found some chicks who I would totally run with during a marathon. At least, until mile 18. At mile 18 I get mother fucking cranky and none of them would want to run with me.
Anyway, sorry. I'm sorry for not finishing if you were interested, and I'm sorry for starting if you already knew what I discovered. I am glad I found out for myself, though.