Victoria’s Secret has the best marketing team on earth. I don’t know exactly how they do it, but it works. I flip through the catalog and want one of everything. It all looks so good. Only after setting the catalog down and being jolted back into reality do I realize that all of those delicious wearables I was lusting after just would not look like that on me. I do not have those boobs. That airbrushing. The make-up artists and hairstylists at my beck and call that these women do. Or the genetics, for that matter. But those glossy pages, plunging necklines, perfectly bronzed cleavage, and six-pack abs call me, and it is very difficult to resist.
Luckily, not being able to afford to buy one of everything helps.
