I've seen two picturs of Kate Bosworth this morning, and it's enough to put me off my breakfast. And no, not because I want to be thin like her. It's because I feel physically ill when I look at her.

I've read in several places that she has a 24 inch waist. 24 inches. I swear to God, I think I own shampoo bottles that are bigger around. Her legs are terrifying. And I have no idea how she keeps her enormous bobblehead upright.

DO NOT mistake this for an assault on thin people. I get it. There are thin people and there are larger people, and just like bigger people don't like to be called on it or made fun of for it, neither do thin people. But this and this are not a case of being thin. Not with this pic of her when she was curvier. But I am sick to death of magazines telling me that if I can drop to a 24 inch waist, I can have Orlando Bloom go out with me on occasion.

I'm not going to say the dreaded "a" word. If she is, then good luck to her, and I hope she gets some help. And this rant isn't just about her. It's most of Hollywood. I'd rather go watch Queen Latifah. The girl can act, and she's supercool. Plus, her collar bones aren't threatening to poke my eyes out.