What if we agreed to just leave all that behind? What if we just accepted ourselves for who we are? I, personally, would love to never think about my ever deepening crow's feet again- and I think if I never saw another add for wrinkle cream it would help. I mean, would I have ever even noticed my crow's feet if I didn't have a stupid ad pointing them out to me?
What if we traded in our magazines, and committed to complementing our friends and even strangers on their beauty instead? Instead of an advertisement informing us of what we should think of as beauty, we defined beauty for ourselves? And then we see that beauty in another woman, we tell her? Whoa.
Let's do it, okay?