In light of my trip to the mall today, and what I’m likely to see in the mirror, I’m reblogging this old post, which I need more than ever.
I made the mistake of looking at myself in the mirror during aerobics class. Chicken wings, muffin top, apple-shape. Sounds like a smorgasbord, instead of the effects of one too many.
My self-esteem is as good as the next woman, but sometimes I can’t help but cringe when I look in the mirror. We always hear about the unrealistic expectations of beauty we have that are perpetuated by the media. I have been no exception to that influence, as you’ve probably figured. It was much worse for me when I was a teen and young woman than it is now. I know better, now that I am in my ripe middle age, that these supermodel images are not reasonable standards. That doesn’t stop me from going there sometimes.
Wrinkles, grey hair, double chin, cellulite.
Young men and women these days still seem to have especially high standards for their appearance. …
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