How in the world are we ever supposed to keep up! Who ever decided that fake is beautiful. It makes me sick. I wish I could raise my children away from all of it. Away from the idea that you have to have perfect everything to be beautiful. Where perfect doesn't actually exist. I take it back. Where perfect DOES exist, and perfect is real, not fake, has flaws, and doesn't have the perfect body.
I was flipping through the vogue magazine and it was so disturbing. I have like 4 zits, some unwanted hair on my face, larger pores than preferred, weight that I don't love, therefore I must look like an ogre to the world compared to these photoshopped beauties. I don't really feel that way. Just sounds more dramatic. ;)
I wish there were a way to change what culture has decided is beautiful. Is there? There has to be. I'm scared for my children.
We hung our second decoration. I love her. She's eco-friendly, made of magazines, with lovely little gold thread.
Last night I found out that a friend from high school was reported missing. I was sick over it all night. I prayed my little heart out, along with many others. This morning she was found and in the hospital. I don't know details, but I do know that I am so grateful and happy for her and her family that she is back with them. Just another reminder to be grateful for loved ones.