I think this is a very interesting thread; I'm all about the sociology.
I've kind of been concerned lately when i stop and think about it, and I've realized that the one thing i fear more than any othe ris becoming fat. Its the sole motivation sometimes, and the first thing i do in the morning is check myself out in the mirror, i do it several times a day and its the last thing i do before bed.
I lost thirty pounds last year from Christmas season up to the end of school; it was my senior year and I was working two jobs and I just got really fat and then one night i broke down and cried in the bathroom because i absolutely hated what i saw. I hated my body so much and I jsut hadthis overwhelming and intense desire to cut the fat off my body.
From that day on I went down the road of "nothing tastes as good as thin feels" and dysfunctional dieting became my thing. my friends thought i was using cocaine, which i wasn't btw, and I managaed to really bungle up my body. I was anemic on graduation and my best friend described me as the hottest vamipre prom queen she ever saw.
My point is, it isn't burning alive, it sn't drowning, it isn't being brutally murdered or hit by a car. the worst possible thing i can imagine happening to me is gaining weight, because its the most realisitic possibilities. Its the one i can worry about and its the one i feel personally responsible to prevent.
I just don't remember when i went from being a happy artistic well adjusted child to being a stressed self conscious disatisfied and docile woman. I hate it. I hate the fact that on one side of any street you drive down in the city, there is a billboard with a giant juicy burger and on the other is a pretty perfect person advocating boflex or something rediculous.
The western world expects so much of its people, we just can't keep up.