it seemed like something that only ever existed in the warped "reality" of television... a dog-eat-dog world where appearance took top priority over self-appreciation for what really matters...
contrary to what seems to be an unfortunate popular belief, what makes a women is not what compares her to another... spending a life tallying one's self up to the waistline of another, is a life well wasted... and personally persecuting another for being what you're not is a cowardly attempt at controlling a life even you seem to have no say over...
if the female world has struggled so long in order to become level with that of the male realm, isn't it a step back if we begin to now compete with each other over something as trivially narcissistic as dress size?
defeat is pointing a finger at someone when the problem actually lies within your own sheltered and misconstrued mind... own up to your demons -- blaming them on magazines, feature film figures or acquaintances is a quick fix to an escalating sense of foreboding...
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the saying may go that "actions speak louder than words," but in my opinion words actually shout decibels above any move one could make... so expressive, interpretive and intense... all you need to find is a method to your madness to avoid rambling nonsense...
