One of my favorite things I’ve ever heard is “Don’t try to look like the girls in the magazines, ok? The girls in the magazines don’t even look like the girls in the magazines.”
I had a little down time, and I came across yet another of those ridiculous “before and after Photoshop / can you believe America sucks so bad that we have to edit women so much in our magazines” articles. It was probably on Buzzfeed or something. And so, with my down time, I decided to take a few scantily-clad photos of myself and see how sexy I could make me.
In real life, I’m 115 pounds and 5’4″. Sometimes I’m a few pounds less, and sometimes I’m a few pounds more. I wear very baggy size 2 and 4 pants.
Not exactly the littlest girl on the block, but it’s safe to say I’m on the smaller side in general. I’m one of those girls who, despite my genuine concerns over my weight, is not allowed to complain in the company of others because I’ll get “oh my god, shut up, you’re already like, so anorexic.” But my irritation with that is neither here nor there.
I’m surprised you’re still reading. You’re obviously just here for the photos. Without further adieu:
The plastic surgery I received in each photo included, but was not limited to: thinning down my thighs and tummy, tucking in my chin fat, and shrinking my nose a little bit.
I am, by no means, a perfect image editor and I’m sure any of you who have taken any class on it could probably tell me all the glaring mistakes I made. I’m sure a lot of you could make me even sexier than I made myself (and I’d love to see your renditions!).
I had fun making myself look sexy. It’s like giving myself a temporary hair dye. However, I will literally never, ever look like that in real life. The only possible away for me to achieve that look is with removing a few pixels here and adding a few pixels there.
Don’t ever try to look like the girls in the magazines, ok? The girls in the magazines don’t even look like the girls in the magazines.