Pick up a magazine and see what flies out: skinny Angels wielding perfume and a powerful pout. Mixed messages we feed to our daughters with a saccharine spoon: the monster cooing "it's good" as the girl wails and runs. Eat too much or too little, what do we care, we just want to hear your piggy squeal as you try to deal with the feelings that come over you when you step on the scale and realize how much you have to lose. And lose you will and we'll help you do that, handing you pills and potions to help you fight the fat, the fat that you never thought was a problem but now realize is, that will send you to your knees as you plead "please"! But it's too late now, Ana, you'll never be free; we'll come back tomorrow to see if you're thin. Win.