I just flipped through this alarming photo gallery of the worst photoshopped images of the past year. I wish I could say that I'm astonished at the lengths to which fashion magazines go to make their cover models skinny and young; these women are, by the way, generally slimmer than the average woman.
Unfortunately, it's fair to say that when I glance at the cover of a fashion magazine, or flip through a spread in Bazaar, for example, I don't believe that what I see is an accurate representation of the way that particular model or celebrity appears in real life. Everyone has unique features (or flaws, as the media would like to call them). When you can't recognize any, something's up.
If I were 13 years old today, and had an interest in fashion, or maybe my friends read a lot of the tabloid crap that's out there, I'm not sure that I'd be level-headed about this unattainable beauty standard perpetuated in the media. At least I start from the premise that the cover of W Magazine is a farce. It's tough to do that when you're a teenage girl, in the midst of raging hormones, body changes and peer pressure.
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