Body Image Issues? Try Thinking About Death. Kayla Kibbe, provided by FacebookTwitterEmail As a young Catholic child, I spent a lot of time being jealous of the emaciated body of Christ on the cross, which, for those not in the know, is a thing that is on full display behind the altar of every Catholic church. Despite belonging to a man, Jesus’s dead and/or dying body was sculpted with that enviably thin, heroin-chic Paris Hilton look peddled as the feminine ideal at the time. In the sculpture hanging behind the altar of my church, Jesus’s hip bones poked out above his loin cloth much like Hilton’s did over her low-rise jeans in the early aughts. I would sit in the pew, staring at Jesus’s stick-thin legs and tiny waist and hope that if my murdered body were ever displayed publicly, my ribcage would also protrude over my hollowed-out abdomen. Then I would kneel down and pray for god to make me skinny.