33 inch waist

Not to be a super creep but the Star Trek live auction pieces are up and can confirm that Captain Kirk (Pine) wears a size medium top 32 inch waist pants and size 11 shoes. Mr. Spock (Quinto) wears size large, 34 inch waist pants, and size 11 shoes. Doctor McCoy (Urban) wears size large, with 33 inch waist pants, shoe size not specified.

Honestly I encourage you to peruse the items for yourselves because there’s a lot of fun facts. For example on Captain Kirk’s Kronos costume the wardrobe department notes that Pine removed a costume piece because he got too hot during the fight scene.

BTS Jin and Suga reaction to finding your weightloss journal

**before i start, I just want yo say that this reaction will play along with anorexia/body dysmorphia. If you are sensitive to such topics, please do not read this.

Jin: Jin was handing you your bowl if rice. You stared at the bowl in front of you. How many calories are in this? How much can I NOT eat without Jin noticing that something is up? You picked up your chopsticks and played with the sticky grains a little bit. The only thing that was in your mind at that point was figuring out how many calories you were about to ingest. Jin looked up at you worriedly. “Are you alright, Jagi?” He asked, putting his chopsticks down. You nodded and quietly excused yourself for a moment. You went into your bedroom and shut the door. You approached your backpack, which held your weight loss journal. He unzipped the back and pulled out the soft vynl book and opened it. You flipped to your calorie chart page, looking for rice.

Apple. 1 Med. 90
Spinach. 1 cup. 30
Rice. ¼ cup. 140

You almost choked on your spit. 140 calories?! That’s more than half of your calorie allowance for today! You can’t eat that! You let out a choked sob and closed the book, leaving it on your lap. Jin opened the door quietly and sat down beside you. “What’s this?” He asked, reaching for the journal. You pulled it away. He looked sad. “Jagi,” he said, gently taking the book from your hands. “I won’t judge you.” You didn’t want to give it to him, but after 20 minutes if arguing with him, you gave up. He looked at the cover and sighed. You had written ‘weight jounal’ on it. He opened it. The look he had on his face horrified you a little bit. Disgust. Anger. Sadness. He teared up and wrapped you in a hug. You cried softly into his shoulder as he stroked your hair. “Its okay, jagi. You’re going to be okay.” After that incident Jin made absolute sure that you had eaten something, no matter how small it was, he always praised you for eating it.

Yoongi: Yoongi was curious about what you were always writing about. The reason why he was so curious was because you never let him read it. It was the one thing you had kept away from him. Yoongi was very respectful if you and your space. But as he saw you losing weight and writing in the journal more than ever, he decided he had to know. It was a sunny Friday afternoon, and you decided to go take a shower. Yoongi snuck into your room and took the journal out from under your matresses. He inhaled deeply as he opened it. He teared up. In front of his face was words. Hurtful words about yourself. Pictures of skinny and fit girls, diet quotes and the most disturbing thing he had seen yet. It was a picture of you and him when you had gone out on your third date. His breath caught as he noticed the numbers and letters on the edge of the page.

Waist: 33 inches
Thighs: 28 inches
Weight: 179 pounds
Height: 5'4

Under the picture you had written something that made him cry.

My goal weight is 97 pounds. I want to be the girl Yoongi deserves.

You came out of the shower just then, towel drying your wet hair. You froze as you say Yoongi sitting on the bed, crying, with-oh God, please no-your journal open in his lap. You ran over and snatched the book from him in one swift motion. He looked up at you, a tear silently falling down his cheek. He got up and held you close. “Jagi,” he said, squeezing you. “I want you to throw that out.” You looked up at him, shocked. “But Yoongi-” you started, but he cut you off. He snatched the book and opened it yo the page that had the photo of you and him on it. He jabbed at the picture with his finger. “This is total shit,” he began, voice dripping with emotion. “This is NOT how I think about you! I love everything about you for Fucks sake!” He ranted on and on for a good forty minutes, and by the tine he was done, you were bother crying. He held your hand tightly. “Jagi,” he said, looking you in the eye seriously. “Throw it out.” You did, but you eventually dug it out of the trash when Yoongi wasn’t home. It didnt matter what he said. The voices in your head spoke louder than he did.

Store Mannequins Versus Real Women: By The Numbers

According to The Guardian, the “average” mannequin measures around six feet tall, with a 34-inch bust, 24-inch waist, and 34-inch hips, and extremely narrow calves, ankles, and wrists. Needless to say, it’s a far cry from the average American woman’s size 14 build (which, according to many mass retailers like J.Crew, is equivalent to a 40.5-inch bust, 33-inch waist, and 43-inch hips).