The latest cover of Women’s Fitness Rx magazine features an image of a woman so preternaturally hairless, poreless, and proportioned, I’d swear on my mother’s beehive she’s not a woman at all but rather a computer-generated approximation.

And in a manner of speaking, I’d be right.

Check out this link to see just how much a photographer or editor can be asked to “retouch” photos.

Then say a word or two of apology to your own body for the years you’ve spent accusing it of inadequacy.

Then go out and buy Photoshop and edit the shit out of every photo of yourself you own. Why should the fitness models have the corner on the hottie market?

Where’s that baby picture, it was around here somewhere…