Photos on and within the covers of magazines have been highly doctored.

(I know, I know.  You’re going to say, “Duh.  Tell me something new, Angelique.”  I get it.)

Yes, I understood this was the case for many years, but over the past few days, I’ve found myself standing in line at the grocery store, looking at popular publications and literally asking myself (silently, so as not to attract too much attention, of course), “I wonder what these stars and starlets really look like?”

It’s so obvious now that my mind has accepted the fact that Photoshopping is widespread… that Eva Longoria’s hips may be “shaved” just a tad… that Jennifer Aniston’s physique may have been tailored to fit the mood of the mag.

Amazing.  I finally “get it” 100%.  This could be the start of something incredible… the acceptance of what a REAL body honestly looks like. 

*gulp* 

So why am I scared?

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Buttocks in magazines may be larger than they appear

I look in the mirror one day and say, “Okay, I look pretty healthy.”  The next day, I can barely glance at my image.  I have literally had to avoid looking at myself before I take a shower so I don’t start to obsess too much.

When did we get such a skewed view of what’s healthy, what’s appropriate?  When did size zero become a viable clothing size?  (And I’m not even going to touch upon “double-zero”, which I suppose is the “new size zero” now that so many gals have starved themselves to reach size zero, thereby making it passe.)

Can you honestly say that you know “normal” when you see it?  If so, drop me a line and tell me how I can reprogram my disordered thinking.

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Am I fat? Thin? Normal?