EPIPHANY! (Or, why I'm going to stop being under the delusion that I need to have a fully showcased set of ribs to pull off anything)

Hello readers! (If any). Welcome to my blog, where I will rant and rave about everything and anything I find worthy. I hope you enjoy!

My first rant is based around an epiphany I had about an hour ago, while browsing webstores for spring/summer clothes. I was on Cutesygirl.com, which is Forever 21-esque for a similar price tag. I kept noticing many clothing items that would just NEVER work on the average woman's body because the models had completely flat stomachs, thighs half the size of mine, and huge boobs. That is not normal, in case you haven't noticed. Then, I went to the Urban Outfitters website, only to realize that the average model probably had a BMI of about 14, and that is NOT exaggerating. A healthy BMI is between 18.5 and 24.9, FYI.

This is printscreened off of the Urban Outfitters website I visited.

HELLO?!! NO ONE LOOKS LIKE THIS! UNLESS THEY ARE EXTREMELY ILL OR BORN LIKE THIS.

Yeah, I'm just gonna stop pretending like I will ever look like this. Seriously. You should, too.

So, after browsing these horrifying websites, I had had enough of petite frames selling me clothes I can not POSSIBLY fit into without restricting my diet to a measly 400 calories and expanding my exercise to about 3 hrs a day. The worst part is, many many many young woman do this because they're modelling themselves after these women who are usually just born extremely thin.

Look people, I'm not here to preach about a) how dieting leads to eating disorders, because a) if you ARE anorexic, you sure as hell don't give a fuck. and if you aren't, then you can basically find anything on the internet.      i'm ALSO not preaching about the simplicity of b) loving yourself. 'Cause that takes time and effort and a lot of thinking and soul-searching. And it's not easy. Although it's a good idea. 
BUT I am here to share my epiphany, which is basically this: We as humans spend way too much time modelling ourselves after other people. However, this is pointless and a waste of energy because no matter how you try to convince me, we are all born unique with different genes and DNA. You will never look exactly like Nicole Richie or Kim Kardashian.
I have spent many a day fretting over my imperfections and body flaws. However, the portion of society represented in the media is TINY. The majority of us have muffin tops, deodorant marks on our black shirts (invisible? you lie, Secret), stretch marks, freckles, blemishes here and there, yellow-y teeth, and thighs that touch when we stand. I could go on forever. The point is: YOU ARE YOUR OWN BRAND. Don't try and model your brand after someone else. You then become one of those sketchy street vendors selling cherry blossom Louis Vuittons out of garbage bags.
Let's be honest, that's not a good look. And every single one of you can do better than that.
So what's the point of all this rambling nonsense, you ask? I will tell you. Quite simply. Don't dress in things that look good on other people, whether it be their body type or hair colour or race that makes the outfit work. Because you're not them. You're you.

And if you're like me, with a BMI of 21.8, a muffin top and a little extra flub around the tummy, cellulite some thighs that jiggle with no fail, and huge fucking boobs cleavage that just won't fit in a tank top made for an anorexic 8-year-old very thin person, I suggest you start appreciating you.
Because your own unique brand is much more special than a cheap knockoff.

PEACE.