Few of us would NOT want to look like the Victoria's Secret angels.
Movie stars. Celebrities. Supermodels. If you’re anything like me, you’ll find it hard NOT to compare yourself with these seemingly perfect slenderellas, adorning the covers of the glossies. They of the Perfect-and-Pert club. Perfect hair… perfect skin… pert boobs… perfect teeth… perfect figures (not to mention their enviable jobs and their jetsetting lifestyles!)
“Woe is me!” I lament. “How can I possibly measure up? Doesn’t my husband stare wistfully at said perfection and yearn for the day when his wife looks a bit more like Angelina Jolie… and a bit less like an ageing hefalump? What a failure I must be… with my outgrown-roots-in-need-of-dyeing and my saggy, post-children, cooper’s droop breasts… and my dimply, un-tanned thighs… and my skew, not-so-white teeth… oh, how crap I feel! Oh, boo-woo-hoo!”
If you’ve ever felt this way – if you’ve ever compared yourself with the world’s models, celebs and superstars – and found yourself sorely lacking… do me a favour: ditch those glossy beauty magazines and turn off that E! Entertainment / Fashion TV!!!
