How many times have you looked at the cover of any men’s magazine and thought, "My God, Carmen Electra’s just perfect!" – only to immediately deem her out of your league? (Substitute for any model of your choice, if you will.) Or, if you’re a girl, that your body could never be anywhere near as perfect?
I know, right?
Perfection is, pretty much by definition, something unattainable. So why do people keep striving for it?