This letter was brilliantly stated:
No bellies showing, keep "the girls" covered and supported, and make sure that nothing is so small that all your bits and pieces are hanging out.
Please remember as you select an outfit for the awards assembly that we don't want to be looking at 'sausage rolls' as Mrs. Elliot calls them. As you get dressed remember that you can't put 10 pounds of mud in a five-pound sack.Of course, somebody who would have otherwise chosen to wear something that a) didn't fit, and b) was slutwear, took offense. And wrote letters.
The thing that gets me was the last thing in the article: "As 18-year-olds we’re all insecure and impressionable."
Oh, sweetheart, if you're still "insecure and impressionable" at eighteen, let me impress you with something. You fail. You fail at life. You will fail at everything you do, because the real world doesn't fucking care about your feelings.
Let me impress something else upon you: don't vote. Ever. Because you, and speshul snowflakes like you, are the ones destroying my country by insisting that anything that personally offends you needs to be banned, Constitution and Bill of Rights be damned.
Last, but not least...if you don't like how someone sees you, change something. Either change yourself (style of dress, eating habits, exercise habits), or change that people see you by hiding in your room with a massive bag of Cheetos and never come out again.
'Cause honey? NOBODY wants to see ten pounds of mud stuffed into a five pound sack.