by Anna Sheftel So a feminist war is on. You could call it an ideological catfight. In any case, a weird backlash has arisen from the movement struggling to stop the assembly line of anorexic-looking waif-ish models. The skinny girls are revolting.   A minor hoopla was raised few months ago in Jane magazine, when the ever-smarmy Ms Jane Pratt published some photos of your typical skinny-chick models, with sarcastic captions poking fun at skinny model critics. You know, of the "so she's 90 pounds, we promise she eats, she's just like that" variety. Real funny. It was of the patented "if we can make a joke out of it, we can dismiss their complaints as having no real validity" solution to everyone's problems.   This kind of reaction has been happening a lot lately. It seems that any time the subject of model sizes comes up, someone starts whining about being "naturally skinny". Let me say right now: thank you, point taken, so can we please stop repeating that over and over with rising insecurity each time until my head spins? Because, whether these models are naturally skinny or not isn't the actual issue (although anyone who thinks they all are has clearly bought a one-way non-refundable first class ticket to Naive-ville). The issue isn't that there shouldn't be such skinny models in magazines, etc, but that there shouldn't ONLY be skinny girls. There's a wee little difference.   Of course it's true that there are some of naturally pint-sized people out there. This is stating the obvious. But when I say "some", remember that it is a minority. Yet, it is this body size that almost monopolizes the media images of women. And if I learned correctly in kindergarten that 2+2=4, then something is indeed very wrong.   I'm not saying that we should bring out our tape measures and pie charts and calculate the "average" woman and let her and only her be the size we see in the media. That would be as silly as only showing 90-pound waifs. Sure, maybe more women would be able to relate to that size, but it would still be insulting and one-dimensional. Let me let you in on a little secret: the key to properly representing women, is to represent all of them. Yes, I'm talking about that favourite spice, Variety. According to her, women can be every freaking shape imaginable, and I'll be damned if there's anything wrong with that.   I seem to realize that this is the way to do it, as do my friends and loved ones and virtually everyone I interact with on a daily basis, so why in the fuck can't Cosmo seem to figure it out?   So, there's my answer to all the whiny skinny girls who love to trash those "mean feminists" who make them feel bad for their genetically-imposed metabolisms. To the ones that go on about how horrid it is to be so skinny because everyone is constantly accusing them of eating disorders, when they really just eat as much as you and me, promise! To the ones that believe they're poor helpless victims, so very persecuted, worse off than the heavy girls in our size-ist society.   Gimme a break.   Yeah, so maybe I'm being a tiny bit insensitive when, while flipping through stupid fashion mags I yell at the models, "Eat! Eat goddamit!" And maybe it's a little mean-spirited when I make fun of certain paper-thin actresses by saying "I just feel like they'd break off and crumble if I touched them!" Or maybe I'm just being a little bitter about the fact that I've had one rigid body size shoved down my throat my whole life, and it's one that's alienating and completely foreign to me. When it's been implied that you entire life that you'll never be attractive because you'll never fit into that size 1 mini halter top, you tend to get just a little cranky.   The next time I hear a whiny skinny girl, I'm likely to smack her. Because while it would be as ridiculous to insult her for being too skinny as it is to insult someone for being too fat, she's got to get it through her skull that that's not what's going on. By demanding a more accurate and representative portrayal of women, we aren't saying, "no more skinny girls!" It's a simple concept, so let's put our IQs to work and figure that out.   So, to all the wonderful skinny girls in my life, I love you as much as I love the non-skinny ones, because you know I love you for you and not your size. Because the whole discussion is getting tired, and I don't want to spend my life walking around with a talking scale. Let's get over it already.