“We want to feel beautiful in our own skin. Not 20 pounds from now. Right now.”

Look, I’ll admit it: we’ve had some good times together. I’ve spent more time with you–unhealthy though it may be–than I care to disclose.

I might even have a subscription.

I love sinking into a steaming hot tub and mulling over your bright-as-a-box-of-crayons pages.

Or settling into a long flight with a thick, glossy stack. Or just flipping through you as I munch my morning yogurt and granola.

But my quality time with you has dropped off as of late.

And I thought I’d let you know why. You see, I’ve been waiting a while for you to get it.

You’re all about women, right? Figuring out what we’re all about. Giving us what we need.

Or what you think we need.

I hate to be the one to break it to you, but…