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As someone so accustomed to seeing a certain body type on the small screen, I have to admit that I had my doubts about My Mad Fat Diary.

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                    [Summary] => A certain lyric from a Placebo song made a lot of sense to me yesterday. Don’t go and sell your soul for self-esteem, don’t be plasticine. Don’t forget to be the way you are. Truer words have never been sung!


Once upon a time, everyone was expected to fit in. We were supposed to be whatever was considered "normal." We were supposed to be into what everyone else liked. We were supposed to think the way everyone else thought. We were supposed to be like everyone else.


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Dirty little secrets

March 9, 2013 - 12:00am

As someone so accustomed to seeing a certain body type on the small screen, I have to admit that I had my doubts about My Mad Fat Diary.

Supreme

The Plasti-scene

By Regina Belmonte | April 1, 2005 - 12:00am

A certain lyric from a Placebo song made a lot of sense to me yesterday. Don’t go and sell your soul for self-esteem, don’t be plasticine. Don’t forget to be the way you are. Truer words have never...

Young Star