the subconscious grotesque

Tonight I got an e-mail from Victoria's Secret telling me the new swimsuits for 2007 were now available online.

Perfect! I thought. I'll go on and pick the ones I like. Then when I lose some weight and tone up I'll have something pretty to wear to the pool.

Scrolling through the hundred or so photos, I reached 3/4 of the way down and realized I had only seen the models' bodies: a sea of sinewy, emaciated midsections, ribs jutting out--why don't they want to have ab muscles?--as they stretched their torsos forward in an awkward pose, arms up for no good reason. Some with implants kind of floating abnormally away from skin with no water left in it.

I hadn't even seen one swimsuit. Kind of like missing the trees for the forest.

I just kept wondering how many days prior to the shoot they'd stopped eating altogether to get their stomachs to shrink like in the photos.
Why didn't even one of them have a stomach that I could aspire to emulate?
Why didn't I see even one swimsuit?