Here is a heralded question: Who is that person in the mirror?

Underweight and under-appreciated, many teenagers find themselves battling away at calories with rib-obvious war wounds. The 'trend' today seems to slot neatly into the category of celebrity idolism. For instance, Nicole kidman has been fighting for body weight for a long time, and Britain's young model Chanel Iman has been accused of becoming pressured down to a size Zero. This psychology of desire is becoming more and more of a label that young people blindly stick onto themselves as they send themselves away to a local shopping centre, buying clothes that hang losely on their bones like shrivelled up leaves. And this is what we see in the magazines we buy. Celebrities constantly dive head-first into anorexia and soon become a skeleton of their former selves. It is a gasping site to catch the glimpse of Nicole Richie fumbling down the road like a crumpled paper doll. Fame does swallow us whole.

But what if it isn't fame makes the meat on our bones fade away? Too many teenagers in this generation have been drowning in the overwhelming sea of depression and depreciation of themselves. Young people are problemed with unhappiness and yet all we seem to be able to do is watch. Watch our future selves shrink into their own skeleton. It's not the simple solution of eating more and diet less, because it's not the bite of a burger they are scared of: it is themselves. If only we could all look in the mirror and smile at the curves of our body and live life with a side order of chocolate after ever meal. but that is not reality.

Reality is that generally, men do not want to latch onto the handle of a pelvis, they want to feel th soft tender skin of a happy body and a happy woman - if that is the type of car they are driving if you catch my drift- and yet woman still feel pressured to 'look pretty' when a chest full of rib cage isn't the best way of showing natural beauty. So it is time to put down our measuring tapes and break that mirror in half and look down to your body instead.

All bodies need some sort of fat, a type of cushion or fabrication. It's necessary to stay alive, to keep warm and safe from the dangers of breaking a bone or two. The real world is dangerous and it gets more dangerous when all you have is a rib cage to hold. If our bodies are not filled with nutrition and satisfying meat, then how can we live in  such a world with celebrity hungry paparazzi snapping any photo they can get with a curious visible bone structurof the latest actor. It is sickening.

Instead of reaching for the magazines your son or daughter has lying on their bed, reach out to them because happiness and comfort cannot be attained through teaspoonfuls, an open door will let anyone and everyone know that there is a care in the world just for them. An unnamed young girl illustrates the idea of anorexia:

"Anorexia feels like a desperate means of survival. From the outside, it can look like a slow form of suicide, but it doesn't feel that way to me. It has been, and is, an attempt to feel safe in a world which does not feel safe to me."

One girl spoke:

"People pick up anorexia as a hobby."

And so it is shown: Anorexia is merely a sport, people pass the ball to one another hoping to make fame of a thin waist. The crowd cheers as the thinnest and boniest teenager runs to the corner of the field kicking the ball straight into the net where a chubby and out of breath child hasn't reached the conclusion that anorexia is winning over the sport. Infact, it is so much of a hobby that people collect the set, anorexia cards and stamps, a menagerie of tiny thin creatures with an arching, weak spine. And that, today, is the reality of teenagers.

I don't think so.

Anorexia is no hobby, no sport and certainly no game. So again, look down to your toes and ask why the hell you can see them in the first place.