I finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up...

I want to be one of these gals.

The ones in my new Athleta Catalog.





I want to wear a Shanti Cami with the Vishu Pant, and do yoga on the beach.






After that I want to stroll on over to the local farmer's market in my Henna Skimp outfit and eat organic fruit with a big old smile on my gorgeous unlined face.

I want inner AND outer beauty, sinewy muscles and a calm mind.

Just look at these women. Who WOULDN'T want to be them???

Okay, I'm not going to kid myself. The one on the rock staring off into space is on Vicodin. The one PRETENDING to eat the orange has bulimia. And the lady in the awesome pose listening to the waves crash on the beach thinks she has big thighs.

They all wish they could give up the pressure of their high profile modeling careers. They dream of getting married, settling down in a little house in NJ and popping out a couple of kids.

I guess the grass REALLY on the other side of the fence.

And who the hell needs an $89 tank top anyway?