It used to be that there were some real bogeymen, by which I mean bogeywomen — the terrible editrixes of magazines, who Photoshopped images of already outrageously skinny and beautiful models into even more outrageously skinny and beautiful versions of themselves.

I count myself among that band of nasties. I used to edit a fashion magazine. Together, we perpetrated awful sins against the self-esteem and body image of countless women — and latterly it seems also men and those on the gender spectrum — who, because of the genetic lottery and our deleterious tampering with the truth, could never hope to even remotely arrive at the holy grail of so-called perfection...