This isn't for you. You know that, right? This isn't for you. I know you can tell, just by looking. These were written for real women. Women who don't look like you. Women who are beautiful, who fit in their bodies, who don't look like they're made of clay melted

in the sun. Imagine yourself in these outfits, for a moment. The skirt. The dress. The blouse that hangs so perfectly off her frame. No, not like that. You're doing it wrong. Did you forget about your arms? Your shoulders? Your arms? Did you think you could escape? That you

wouldn't live here forever? This body is yours. You can't escape that. It will always be yours. Even as you grow older. It will never not be yours, and when you die, that body will be buried with you, and you'll still be trapped between the muscle and tendons and the bones

that pin you in place. These women? They aren't trapped. They and their bodies coexist. They're one. That's why they look so good, and you could never. That's why they smile like that, and wear those outfits, and that's why everyone else in the world seems so goddamn happy. They're living

a life you could never imagine. And you think you could look like this? Like some combination of wishing on stars and telling yourself you can have a better life will fix everything wrong with you? These articles aren't written for you. They're for real people, not ghosts haunting their own bodies.