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Abercrombie and Bitch
16 years ago
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My sister has reached new lows in terms of shallow, superficial beauty. So much so that I find myself having to write about it to keep from snapping her little twig ass in half. Now, my sister is easily excited when her looks are complimented. The girl has a low self esteem - alright, I can give her that much. Despite being 114 pounds, tan, with long dark hair, and what might term an "ample" chest, she believes she is outwardly ugly and proceeds to cover herself in brand-name clothing she can't afford, wear Lady Gaga-esque make-up, and act as though she is one of those girls on MTV.
I will admit, I am a biased person. I do not like this style and probably never will. I find the mainstream aesthetic to be unwholesome and vapid. Fads make me feel ill and I consider it an insult to be noted as being part of one. Yes, I am biased. I am probably being too harsh on her, but there are just a few things I can't stand on moral grounds. Two, to be exact: Abercrombie and Fitch.
This brand, to me, epitomizes the way in which society pushes for a skinny physique, lacking in all curvature and feminine beauty. It promotes the notion of an elitist look, and today my sister has been officially been accepted among the ranks. That's right, she got "scouted" by one of the Abercrombie and Fitch managers to be one of their new "greeters/models."
Now, I don't hate anyone that wears Abercrombie and Fitch. Yes, I would never be caught dead wearing it, but it's your choice if you like the brand. To each their own. However, it is the COMPANY I sincerely loathe. Specifically the fact that they treat overweight of plus sized women as ugly. That's right. The women who were not like my sister - puking daily, fitting into 0-sized pants, and wearing $50,00+ shirts - were turned away. I have friends who are beautiful in their full-figuredness. Who put those skinny little Abercrombie and Bitches to shame! The very fact my sister is so damn excited that she got picked over some "fat chick" makes me want to strangle her.
I'm going to go paint now...At least when my paint disappoints me, I don't feel like disowning it. Unlike certain siblings.
~ Repsychus ~
I will admit, I am a biased person. I do not like this style and probably never will. I find the mainstream aesthetic to be unwholesome and vapid. Fads make me feel ill and I consider it an insult to be noted as being part of one. Yes, I am biased. I am probably being too harsh on her, but there are just a few things I can't stand on moral grounds. Two, to be exact: Abercrombie and Fitch.
This brand, to me, epitomizes the way in which society pushes for a skinny physique, lacking in all curvature and feminine beauty. It promotes the notion of an elitist look, and today my sister has been officially been accepted among the ranks. That's right, she got "scouted" by one of the Abercrombie and Fitch managers to be one of their new "greeters/models."
Now, I don't hate anyone that wears Abercrombie and Fitch. Yes, I would never be caught dead wearing it, but it's your choice if you like the brand. To each their own. However, it is the COMPANY I sincerely loathe. Specifically the fact that they treat overweight of plus sized women as ugly. That's right. The women who were not like my sister - puking daily, fitting into 0-sized pants, and wearing $50,00+ shirts - were turned away. I have friends who are beautiful in their full-figuredness. Who put those skinny little Abercrombie and Bitches to shame! The very fact my sister is so damn excited that she got picked over some "fat chick" makes me want to strangle her.
I'm going to go paint now...At least when my paint disappoints me, I don't feel like disowning it. Unlike certain siblings.
~ Repsychus ~
On the plus side though, maybe with this to distract her, she might not get into your things anymore. >:/
*is sitting in bed wearing nothing but boxers right now* =3 awesome.
One of the reasons I stopped going to the mall here is because I got tired of these skinny little teens who have parents that buy their love instead of actually putting out the effort for it staring at me and calling me fat because I, gods forbid, wear size 18 pants.