Explanation

I'm so alone in the world. My boyfriend is depressed, so when I am anything less than totally happy and chipper it upsets him. If he knew anything about what's going on with me, I can only imagine the problems it would cause. Also, I've got family issues to deal with... my sister... my parents... ugh. And this is really dumb, but we finally broke down and bought an air conditioner, and it's not working. It only worked one night. Which means I have to take it out of the window, take it back to the store, blah blah blah. Well, tonight is my first meeting with a new therapist, so hopefully she can give me some tips on how to cope.

I'm not going to write anymore... maybe I won't update this anymore... I don't know. Don't care.

Everything is blah

I'm in a shitty mood today.
There's your picture. I don't feel like saying anything else.

HOT

It is SO f*cking hot today. I'm wearing a sundress, not as nice as Ines's above. It's not too hot inside yet. Fortunately, my significant other and I bought an air conditioner this morning. I'm going to install it this evening. Hopefully we won't be as miserable this summer as last, which was the hottest June and July on record. I don't like hot weather because I have to wear less clothing, and I hate showing my body. Also, I hate being sweaty and stinky. Yuck. I'm certainly a Yankee gal.

Ok I'm not making any sense; let's blame it on the heat.

TGIF

Natalia Vodianova, when she was really young... some people just have the good genes. [le sigh] In her case, it's at least 75% good genes. She currently looks AWESOME, even though she had a baby. Of course, she's not as small as she was, but to have a baby and look that good?!? It's not just a diet, a coke habit, or an ED. It's good genes.

Here's another of Natalia from the same show (don't ask me which one, I don't know)...

Thank f*cking God it's Friday. My legs are less sore today, so I can go to the gym... yay! I've been working on my legs, because (to me) they look like tree-trunks. I am starting to see a bit of a difference. It takes time.

I wish I didn't stop dancing.

Holy F*ck!

Check out this girl's abs:
Her name is Danielle Hatuchova (am I spelling that right?). I don't know ANYTHING about her, other than she has a great stomach, great arms, great upper legs, and a small bust [insanely jealous]. Don't know her nationality, don't know her age, don't know if she's good or if she sucks, and I don't care. Tee hee.

I was planning on going to the gym today to work on my abs, but I'm so sore I'm having trouble getting up and down the stairs. There's no way I could go do the stair-master... I'd literally fall off. Of course, I'm freaking out about messing up my schedule, which is already a little messed up because I was sick. Oh well. If there was some magic pill that would make the pain go away, then I could work out. I just need to suck it up and work twice as hard tomorrow.

Bikinis

Looks like Nicole Richie has gained... good for her. I think that she sort of admitted that she had a problem at one point, and she said that she was working with a nutritionist, psychiatrist, and someone else... anyway, I think she looks pretty damn good in the yellow bikini below (from around New Year's):
And this is her now (beginning of June):

She still looks great, but I think the girl in the black bikini looks better, maybe because she's taller. Also, the very tops of her thighs are like the same size as Nicole's. She's got a great stomach and a nice hourglass figure.

Today at the gym I'm working my legs and abs (again). Unfortunately, I didn't get to go yesterday, but then again, my day yesterday began at 6:45 am and went non-stop until 9:00 pm. I'm dedicated, but I'm human... anyway, I'm going to take a nap to refresh myself before I head to the gym for some ass-kicking, and then I've got ANOTHER work-related meeting tonight! Ahhh! It never ends!

Eyebrows

I was at a conference yesterday, so I didn't get to post, but here is yesterday's post that I did on Monday night:

Let's talk about Darla Baker. Awesome bone structure, no? I love the fact that she can rock caterpillar eyebrows like they're goin' out of style... very few people can pull off big eyebrows. She is just so damn tiny. I mean, even if this photo is touched up a bit, she's gotta be pretty small in the first place in order to look this good.

Well, let's take a look at a candid...

As I suspected, she's tiny.

In other news, I'm definitely down three pounds over the last three and a half weeks. I've been sooo busy at work that it leaves me no time for eating. I'm proud of myself that I'm eating a "reasonable" amount (and still losing!). Also, and this is ridiculous and embarassing to say, but once you are restricting for a while, it gets easier. The first week is the toughest, physically and psychologically. After that, it's not easy, but if you're truly demented like me, it's not hard, either.

Ted Leo, Have My Babies

I've been meaning to post about Ted Leo's song, "Me and Mia," for a while.

Ted Leo is a fantabulous musician... I don't even know where to begin with him. He rocks, he's political, intelligent, and creative, and he's written one of the best songs EVER about eating disorders. Either he has an ED or he is close to someone who does, because his words are so true... I've seen him perform live (WHOOOT! He's AWESOME!!) and he's fairly thin, but that doesn't mean anything. Whatever. Let's talk about the song, the chorus of which goes:

Do you believe in something beautiful?
Then GET UP AND BE IT!

Need I say more?

Go download "Me and Mia" from betterPropaganda... it's free!
If you want to read the lyrics as you listen to the song, check them out here.

Announcements!

Wheee-hooo... bunch of updates to report today. I am feeling kinda sick still... I really could have made myself go to work, but I'm so friggin' burned out that I justified playing hookey today. Tomorrow is going to be another 7 am to 9.30 pm days... so I deserve the sleep.

1) In my free time today, instead of cooking, cleaning, reading, sewing, or any other activity that would redeem my miserable existence, I watermarked every image in my personal gallery and uploaded them ALL to photobucket. Yep, folks, that's 1,870 images, just for your enjoyment. I watermarked them because I'd like a little some credit for collecting them all into one place. They are for your PERSONAL enjoyment ONLY. Photographers and models make a living off this, so don't go make a profit off their work.

The link to The Wicked Skinny Pics Photobucket is in the links on the right side of the page.

2) I found another fake. The funny thing is that it's a photo of Vlada Roslyakova I've seen many times before--I had it in my library--but I had never stopped to really look at it. Once I did, I became very suspicious... and once I found another photo from the same show, my suspicions were confirmed. Who the hell thinks that Vlada isn't thin enough and therefore needs her thighs photoshopped? Sick motherf*cker. The fake and the original are posted in the Hall of Shame.

3) Andi Muise is the sweetest person in the world. She is so cute and little... not in a sick Vlada way... the first photo of her is beautiful (before you jump down my throat, yes, I know it's been digitally touched up, but I think that the artist did a beautiful job... unlike many touched up photos, she doesn't look like she's made out of plastic. Very artistic).

4) Final announcement, I promise. I have been spending WAAAY too much time on the computer, and I've got to cut myself off. It's really getting ridiculous. Therefore, I'm going to cut back to one photo post per day, and the photos will be taken from my existing library. With 1,870 photos, there's no reason for me to be looking for more. I'll also update my diet and workout schedule, but that's more for me than you.

This journal has been so incredibly helpful for me. Someone once said, "Purging thoughts onto the paper instead of feelings into the toilet... novel concept!" My ED hasn't gotten any better, if anything it's gotten worse, but my mind feels more at peace.

Legs legs legs

This model has FANTASTIC legs. I'm such a sucker for skinny legs; her's are quite muscular, but I still like them. Also, they're closer to what mine look like. I've been working on mine for a while... but I'm very self-conscious about my thighs.

Image source: Getty Editorial (of course!)

So, if you've got an ED (with the exception of COE, probably) this blog will freak you out: Big Fat Blog. It's a "Fat Acceptance" blog. The author probably feels about me like I feel about him--ewwww. While I have no problem with fat people per se, I do have a problem with the general "I want to have my cake and eat it too" mentality. That is, if you are going to "live life to the fullest" and to have that second helping of cake, then you need to be prepared to order your clothes online because you are too fat to find clothes in the stores.

Fat acceptance advocates say that it's possible to be healthy and overweight, or even obese. Perhaps somewhere in America there is a 5'4'' 260 lb yoga instructor that can run the mile in half the time that I can. Surely she must exist. Yet she is certainly in the minority. I hate the "fat and healthy" excuse for disbelieving in things like a height-weight chart or a BMI calculation. Fine. There are some people who are fat and healthy. That does not hold true for the majority of fat Americans.

I think the bottom line is that I work damn hard to stay small in our incredibly toxic environment. That's my choice to work against the tide. If you want to live the standard American lifestyle, that's your choice, but you will never convince me that's "normal" or "healthy." F*ck political correctness. Americans are getting fatter, if you say the obesity epidemic is a myth you're in denial, and if you say that there isn't a connection between obesity and diabetes and heart disease then you're a lunatic. When it comes down to it, the human body was designed to function like a machine. If you can't walk easily, then you are not functioning correctly.

On a personal note, there are several morbidly obese people in my family, and this definitely influences my opinions about fat. Sitting at a family dinner and listening to my aunt bitch about her weight as she helps herself to a second helping makes me want to scream. You can't have it both ways.

[/end rant]

Hecho a mano

Since I've been doing so much work with fake skinny pics, I thought I'd try my hand at doing my own, just to see how easy it is.

Well, let me tell you, it's EASY. This one below took me about one half hour. I used the crappy program that came with my digital camera. I have no photoshopping skills whatsoever, which is why she looks like a cartoon character. If I can make something that resembles a human being (albeit a cartoon character), what can a professional artist with a full Photoshop program do?

It's frighteningly easy.

Bummer = sorry

Sorry for being such a poop-head the past couple of days, with the ugly girls and all. Today let's do someone who takes incredible photos... Gemma Ward. This is Dolce & Gabbana, RTW Spring/ Summer 2006.

I don't think that runway photos are retouched as much as print ads. Colors might be adjusted, skin might be smoothed out, but beyond that, I don't think much is done. That is, I don't think they're changing the shape of arms, legs, or tummies. In all of her backstage and runway pictures, Gemma looks basically like this (different hair, clothes, and make-up, of course). So this is what she really looks like. I.e. fantastic. Look at her legs. Damnit.

Photoshop 101

I dug up a few more original, untouched photos to match some altered photos I had on my computer, and I've added them to the Hall of Shame. Check it out...

While I was wandering the world wide web, I came across some really interesting sites that show before, during, and after a photoshopping or touch-up job. It's absolutely incredible. You have got to check them out:

Greg Apodaca 1

Greg Apodaca 2

Retouch

NEW! FluidEffect

NEW! Glenn Feron

Blasphemy

I know that some people will skewer me for this, but Kate Moss does nothing for me. She is quite unattractive. It's not even like she has a good body anymore.

Her skin is terrible.

And even in her best photos, she looks like the retarded little sister of Maria Carla Boscono.

You might say, "Well, that is now, she used to be much better." I disagree. Even at her prime, she was a snaggle-toothed short girl with an fugly face.

Yeah, I'm probably too harsh, but she gets paid five figures for a day's work, so I feel justified in my criticism.

So, those were the anti-skinny pics for the day. I'm in such a bitchy mood. TGIF... hopefully I can relax a bit this weekend. Also, when I go to the gym later today I'm going to weigh myself, I think I might be down 2 lbs but I need to confirm it before I believe it.

Oh, and I added three more photos to the Hall of Shame.

Retouch, please

I featured Holly Hayden on April 13. She is a great example of a woman who takes AWESOME editorials but who looks terrible on the runway/ in person/ in polaroids. Knowing that the beauty of her photos is mostly computer generated makes her much less impressive in my eyes.

Gorgeous editorial:

Eh runway:
I'm home from work right now, because I feel like crap. I really need a vacation. I'm so burned out. Oh, and I have an appointment with a therapist on Monday (it's about time).

Also, I was thinking about family connections and eating disorders. My mom has "casually" mentioned that "on occasion" she would "make herself sick." My sister has COE (compulsive overeating disorder). Another of my aunts is/ was anorexic/ bulemic. And from what I understand, my grandmother ate next to nothing (she died years ago, but this was confirmed from multiple sources). I wonder if it's a nature or nuture issue. We all deal with stress in the same way--manipulating food.

Attitude!

Since I posted a mega-rant as my daily post right before this, but then I thought I shouldn't disappoint, so I decided to do another post.

I love this photo. She has such attitude. Have you ever seen her walk? It's incredible. She screams, "Here I am!!!" And that deserves three exclamation marks.


She rocks so hard. In some ways I'm jealous, but I'm not afraid to admit that I wouldn't want to be her (I'd take her body, though). I have a quieter, more contemplative personality, I think. Or rather I act as if I have a quieter, more contemplative personality. I used to be quite shy, actually.

P.S. I added a new photo to the Hall of Shame, and I found some more that clearly are photoshopped. Once I track down the originals, I'll add them, too.

P.P.S. My calendar function is being a bitch, so I can't get updates to my diet & exercise log... I've gone down to 1700 cals now, and I think in another week I'll drop to 1600. Then I won't go any lower. Right.

On Breasts, Botox, and Big Macs

A looooong free-write about feminism, the media, fashion, power, straight & gay sexuality, politics, capitalism, industrial agriculture, and eating disorders.

I think that every nutrition major writes a paper on the relationship between eating disorders and the media. The media puts pressure on girls to be thin, right? Now, if only we could get the media to show a diversity of body types, the problem would be solved, right? I don't think this issue is that simple. We know HOW the media "encourages" eating disorders... let's think about WHY.

If I have learned only one thing from my time working for "The Man," it is this: To hell with love. Money makes the world go 'round. Capitalism is a game in which the players acquire resources. Money is the means for relating unrelated resources, like a Versace dress to, say, a barrel of oil. The goal of capitalism is not to better society (although it can have that unintended or intended effect). The goal of capitalism is to make MONEY.

Western society is blessed and cursed with overabundance. In general, we have enough to eat. We go to school. Everyone has a car, everyone has a cell phone, and everyone has three different types of body lotion. There comes a point when we have it all--at which point, we have no need to buy anything.

This is a business man's worst nightmare. How to sell when no one needs to buy?!? Somehow consumers must be convinced that they need to BUY, and in order to do that, they need to be convinced that they do not have it all, and in fact, that they are missing something very important. But what happens if they actually acquire that very important thing? They must not be allowed to do so--otherwise they stop buying.

The only solution to the dilemma is to convince consumers that they need something that doesn't exist. Let's call it the (se)X factor.The X factor is the silky smooth skin of a model in an ad or the slender figure of the celebrity posing for a photo. It's the idea that people with fame, money, and beauty are better than you, even though you can't say exactly why. They've just got that "special something."

What if you could have that "special something?" How much would you be willing to pay to be famous? How far would you go to become beautiful? Would you buy something that could give you the X factor?

Statistically speaking, yes, you would buy it.

What you don't know is that celebrities and models don't have the X factor, either. They have $300/ hour personal trainers to give them hot legs, $500/ haircut hairdressers to give them the perfect "Rachel" cut, and $1,000/ day agents to get them the starring roles. They also have pimples, cellulite, broken marriages, and drug habits... all of which are easily airbrushed away.

In short, consumers continue throwing money into the black hole of Unilever's pocketbook, in the hopes that some day, the black hole will fill up with money so the consumer can stand on top of the money heap to show off her perfectly waxed legs.

The diet industry is an interesting example of this. Our government pours huuuge subsidies into various agricultural products, for example, corn and soybeans. Americans can eat only so much corn and soybeans, so some of the extra gets exported some gets turned into other products, like high-fructose corn syrup and hydrogenated oils. Sadly, only one tenth of one percent of the money spent by the Dept. of Agriculture for subsidizing and promoting food goes to fruit and vegetable subsidization and promotion.

Cheap high-fructose corn syrup and cheap hydrogenated oils make cheap cookies and chips. It also helps McDonald's to keep their food prices down. In order to avoid the toxic American diet, it sure helps to be wealthy (to afford healthy, unsubsidized food) and educated (to know why you should avoid it in the first place). For those who can't afford to purchase health, there are always diet pills (and in general, the less wealthy and less well educated are the most likely to fall for ridiculous diet claims, like lose twenty pounds in a week with 'Fat Burner Pro!').

In short, our diets have the deck stacked against us. It's tough to maintain a BMI of 20 when you're eating Burger King three times a week... but why wouldn't you eat the food that is plentiful, cheap, and very tasty? In this case, we can't (permanently) acquire the X factor (a slim body) until we remove ourselves from the chase-the-X-factor-with-the-latest-product game. There is no short cut. More calories expended than consumed = weight loss.

What does this have to do with feminism? Men, in addition to women, are influenced by the X factor. Our culture tells men that the women in their lives are inferior to a "quality product." Often, women fear that they are not pretty enough, lively enough, or thin enough to compete for a man's attention. The conflict is between a woman and "that bitch."

Feminism is the idea that men must respect women, women must respect men, and women must respect women. Conflict between women takes away our power in the world. Instead of advocating for the poor in our very own cities, we worry about lipstick. Instead of thinking about the fact that men get paid 33% more for the same job as women, we think about what shampoo to purchase. Instead of worrying about the state of education in our nation, we think about a nose job. What if we threw our make-up bags in a collective bonfire and joined together to exercise our power as women?

Feminism also respects a women's body, including the idea of breasts, buttocks, lower stomachs, and hips, all of the parts that are used for making new life. The "hottest young celebrities," and the ones most likely to inspire hero worship among girls and young women (think Lindsay Lohan, Mary-Kate Olsen, Hillary Duff, etc), are uniformly thin. When we strive for that ideal, we are denying our female nature, and we are ashamed of our gender and the hallmarks of it.

Sometimes even I am shocked by the ages of runway models. Fifteen. Fourteen. Seventeen. Fifteen. Thirteen. There's a weird pedophilic aspect to it, a socially-accepted sexualization of girls (a la Lolita). I guess it's to be expected from a society that idealises youth, and another way that we set up ourselves for disappointment. We're going to get older, and no amount of Botox will change that. The longer we believe that we must be young to be perfect, the longer we will be unhappy.

[begin tangent] Let's talk about politics, specifically the politics of same gender relationships. I understand why this is the rallying point for conservative politicians to energize their base ("fags and flags," "guns, god, and gays," damn it it's so predictable). I mean, what do they have to show for the environment? The growing gap between the rich and the poor? Our failing schools? Out of control health care costs? Our dependence on foreign energy sources, and fossil fuels in general? N.O.T.H.I.N.G. Combine this with the fact that most conservative men are homophobes, and it's easy to see why homosexuals are the punching bag of the moment.

Now, a friend of mine has a theory: all homophobes are misogynists, and perhaps some men are homophobes because they're misogynist. In a same-sex relationship, who "plays" the man's role? The women's role? How many gay couples do you know? Out of all the gay couples I know, no one plays a traditional gender role (this includes gay and lesbian couples with children). They have an equal balance of power in their relationships. This is a terrifying thought for a misogynist, who believes that his woman is an object.

I also think there's the supposedly feminizing element of homosexuality. In anal sex, someone has to "take it," or assume the role traditionally assigned to the female. For insecure men, this threat to their masculinity can result in the "get away from me, fag" attitude, as the insecure man is worried that being around gay men will damage his masculinity. [/end tangent]

What does this have to do with eating disorders? I hear so many woman say that they want to be small so that someone (their parents? their boyfriends?) will take care of them and will protect them. Eating disorders are a way to stay small, figuratively and literally. They are a way of saying, "I don't matter, and I'm not worthy to make decisions about this that affect me. You take care of it." It's a way of abdicating power.

Let's wrap this up. Do I think that there is a relationship between media and eating disorders? Yes, but I think the issue is more our culture in general, which convinces us that we need something we will never be able to have--perfection. As long as we're willing to buy into that ideal, we'll keep buying.

So if I think I've got it all figured out, why do I still have an eating disorder? That will need to be a separate post!

If you've made it to the end of this discourse, you're a brave soul. My writing us usually much more coherent. This was a free-write/ free-association piece. Write me some hate mail, or leave a comment.

I love Monique

She is my ideal.

Monique Olsen @ Anna Molinari spring/ summer 06

Don't know what show this is:
And this is just so beautiful. This girl should get tons of work. That way, I can keep gawking at her.

Today was ok, besides the fact that it was one of those 16 hour days. I'm exhausted. I don't have an exact count for today. Damn it. Let's say 1500. I'm sure it was less than that, based on the fact that I never really stopped to eat today, but I like to err on the safe side. If I had the energy and brain power to count, I would make a real tally, but 1500 will have to do for now.

And finally...

Ok, I figured out the identity of the gal from April 24. Her name is Susan Eldridge. Strangely enough, I don't like other photos of her that I've seen. The Lolita one from the 24th is rad, though.

So, in case you can't tell, I've been doing some major re-organization, updates, and adding new content. At this point, I've got basically everyone labeled, so there won't be many more "Who is this?" posts.

On to our feature for the day... let's do another Lohan photo.

Her upper body looks good here. I don't know what's going on with her lower belly, though. Maybe it's just the way she's standing. I remember when I could get my hand around my upper arm. Sometimes I grab my arm to remind myself just how bad things have gotten.

Whoops again & boobs

Damn. I just figured out that the entry from May 10 isn't Monique Olsen... it's actually Jeisa Chiminazzo. Oh well. I'll blame it on the fact that she's hiding under a hat, and I love both of them anyway.

Here's another shot of Jeisa in that outfit from that show:


Yup. Definitely her. To make up for the fact that I screwed up, here's another one of her:

Yes, those breasts are real. SUPPOSEDLY (and I put that in caps because there's a good chance that this is bullsh*t) her breasts are the reason that she SUPPOSEDLY has an ED... they're too big.

I can sympathize, except for the being a 5'10'' Brazilian millionaire model. Since I switched birth control methods, my boobs have gotten enormous... for me. I'm a very full B-cup. Used to be a small B/ large A. Used to actually want a bigger chest. No more. I want these things gone... or at least back to their old size. When you're flat, it automatically makes you look thinner.

On the bright side, I have definitely lost a pound. I use the scale at the gym, but I never assume that I've lost/ gained until I see a similar number at least three days in a row. One pound is conservative, it might be two. But to err on the safe side, I'll go with a pound.

On the crappy side, I went out for lunch with my friend today. Yay for friends, boo for restaurant food. I have no idea how many calories was in what I ate, which bugs me. I'm trying to focus on the positive, though, which was seeing my friend before she moves away.

Both Olsens & Whoops

Damn it. I just realized that my posts from April 20 and May 26 featured the same photos. Today will be a double-header, then.


Get it? There are two of them.
Ok, that's just too cheesy. Here's the other one... a well-known shot, and rightfully so.

If I love Maria Dvirnik's legs, then I love MK Olsen's arms. Or, the arms that she used to have. She's gained since then... which is a good thing, you know, so she doesn't die and stuff. Her fashion sense has gone waaaaay downhill at the same time, unfortunately.

I posted still more back entries. Now I'm into March... which is funny, cause I didn't actually start this blog until some time during April. Gotta clean out my Picasa database, though!

FINALLY, I created a new section called the "HALL OF SHAME," for all of the photoshopped pictures I've come across. Tracking down the real photos was a bitch, but since I have no life, it was fun--good way to pass the time.

Why 1800?

Ok, so some smart ass wants to know why I'm doing 1800 calories per day. "Isn't that a little high for an 'ana'?"

Let me begin by saying that the term is anorexia nervosa, which I don't have (it's ED-NOS for me), so why the hell are you calling it some cutsie name like it's a f*cking Chihuahua? Go do your homework, brat.

So, why 1800? In my opinion, that number is too high and I wish I could go lower. Three out of four days, I don't hit it anyway. On some of those fourth days, I purposely force myself to go above it so my metabolism doesn't get too screwed up. In addition, if I let myself go beyond that, then I'll go way beyond that. EDs are black and white. Starve or binge, you pick. The middle way that I'm trying to live is fear and anxiety, carefully toeing the line and praying that I don't lose your balance and slip one way or the other.

I don't go lower because, unlike most of you whiny little middle class white girls who live off Daddy's allowance, I don't have anything to fall back on. If my boyfriend suspects something, if I get busted, if I get sick, if I need to go IP (inpatient), the game is over. I'd lose my job, I'd lose the little respect that I've gained in my community and in my profession, and likely I'd lose my relationship with my boyfriend not directly over this ED shit, but because of the fall-out.

The bottom line: to keep things from totally falling apart.

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I'm considering dropping to 1600 cals per day, though. That's not so low, and it's basically what people on diets do. Perhaps I would be less anxious at that number. Thoughts?

Maria Dvirnik & other crap

So today I was super bored, so I added lots of back posts to this blog. I've got tons of stuff to post... actually, I calculated it: I have 1,894 photos on my harddrive. Not including the ones that I've already posted, that's one per day for the next five years. I am such a loser. Or I'm just someone who's had an ED for half her life.

The other thing that I did was get my diet & exercise calendar online. Now you can restrict along with me (and that was a sick joke). Check it out: Cascata's Diet & Exercise Calendar.

The outdoor event yesterday went well. It has stopped raining by the time everything started... mostly. I had to bike there, though, so my ass got totally soaked and dirty. Then, it started pouring as soon as the thing ended, and I had to bike home in the rain. At least it was dry for the event itself.

Ok, let's get onto today's feature. Her name is Maria Dvirnik.

She's a Canadian of Ukranian descent. I think she's about seventeen at this point (her birthday is in '88, so she could be 18). She's 5'11' and her measurements are 32'' - 23'' - 34.5'' which is basically like HOLY SHIT. She looks awesome in print and on the runway. I love her legs. They are the perfect shape. Her arms aren't bad, but it's really her legs that I wish I had.

Gemma

I'm feeling lazy today... actually, just really tired. Plus I'm supposed to be at an outdoor event for two hours this evening, and it's RAINING. Blah.

Here's a gorgeous photo of Gemma Ward:


Check out those collarbones and shoulders.