When even teeny–tiny starlets are ‘dimpled’ – despite their ability and motivation to throw endless cash at endless liposuction, creams, super-dooper marine mud goop treatments, pummelling or detoxing and whatever other arcane hoodoo has been most recently dreamt up by savvy snake-oil sellers – it is time to accept the inevitability of cellulite.
Birth. Death. Taxes. Cellulite.
Forgive me for quoting Wikipedia; I shall do penance for my sins:
Practically all post-pubescent females display some degree of cellulite.
Oh wait. What was that?
The presence of flesh with “an orange peel appearance” does not indicate a “disorder” caused by lack of circulation or toxins or being fat or whatever the fuck is flavour of the month with marketing execs and beauty therapists.
No, it’s fucking natural to have cellulite. It’s NORMAL.
From Wikipedia again:
Numerous therapies have been tried. There are no published reports in the scientific literature showing that any of these therapies work.
Giving our female flesh a medical mumbo-jumbo name and a calling it a disorder is simply a self-perpetuating vicious circle of a marketing strategy.
Cellulite is a fact of life. Get the fuck over it.