Dear Cosmo:

I admit - it's been years since even the thought of turning the pages of your magazine has crossed my mind. Sure, I like sex as much as the next woman, but it's not the only aspect of my being, so I've turned to other magazines that offer more well-rounded content. I won't debate the merits of your content, because you clearly have an audience and haven't had the public financial and staffing troubles that have plagued so many other titles in this economic downturn. Allow me to get right to the point - your covers are driving me absolutely crazy.

Not crazy in the "Have The Most Amazing Orgasms Of Your Life" way. Isn't the point of having some of today's hottest celebrities on your cover to drive magazine sales? I think that might be difficult, as Blake Lively and Mila Kunis are barely recognizable on the two current covers (above). This isn't a knock at retouched images - I have accepted that it happens regularly as a part of the fashion/beauty/image industries.

However, when a magazine wants teach me how to be my "best self" or "Feel So Confident, You Could Take Over The World", I become suspicious. I highly doubt that your advice would stem from getting copious amounts of plastic surgery, wearing a crotch grazing sequined mini dress or retouching my own Facebook photos so that I might look as close to perfect as your cover models. In fact, from when I was a reader, I remember you telling me that men find it the most sexy when you just be yourself.

So why can't you let your cover models be their most radiant selves?

I hope that some day we can all collectively acknowledge how important it is to just be ourselves. That being ourselves is good enough - heck, that it's the best way to be. Not some overly-airbrushed, lioness version of ourselves selling a Bebe version of sex in a sequined mini.