Dear Urban Outfitters,
No, really. Fuck you.
It's definitely not like we hear that message--be thin! be thinner! be so fucking thin your heart stops beating because no one will ever love you if you don't!--anywhere else. You certainly don't promote it in other ways, with your extremely narrow range of models.
I draw the line here. I draw the line at being told to my face that, no matter what I look like now, I am fat, and fat is evil, wrong, to be avoided at all costs.
I'll do a post about fitness soon--it's a favorite subject of mine, as a hopeful future doctor of America--but this has nothing to do with fitness, and everything to do with objectification, patriarchy, oppression, and good old-fashioned down-home hate. I know hate. I grew up with it. I lived with it. I got to see, at every turn, what otherwise normal people would do when confronted with something they thought was disgusting. For me, it was my sexual orientation; for other people, it's size. And it's bullshit, bullshit, bullshit that a company would think it was okay to promote the culture of shame that leads so many of us to obsessive and joyless eating habits.
You are part of what drives us quite literally crazy, UO. I will not feature your products again.
If you'd like to tell UO to go fuck themselves, in whatever words you prefer, e-mail firstname.lastname@example.org.