It snuck up on me before I even realized it. I was walking into yoga, my mat rolled under my arm, minding my own business, and out of nowhere there appeared a perfectly beautiful specimen of a woman. She was tall and thin with her hair smoothed back into a neat ponytail. She was elegant and drop-dead gorgeous. And her body? Ridiculous. Before I could even take in the entire spectrum of her prettiness, my stomach started to churn, my shoulders dropped, my eyes sank, and my feet wanted to run back to my car. Just the mere sight of such a beast of beauty made me want to cower and hide.Read More
As a mother of a daughter, I feel a tremendous amount of responsibility to teach her about beauty. The power, the responsibilities, the privileges and the pitfalls. But more than anything, I believe it's my job to teach her what "beautiful" actually means. It's my job to give her a true and meaningful definition of beauty that gives her a foundation that's strong enough to withstand the multi-billion-dollar-backed message that she's not pretty enough.
If we rely on the beauty industry, the fashion industry, the diet industry or the fitness industry to determine our definition of beauty, not only will we be striving for a perfection that is not attainable by anything other than smoke, mirrors and Photoshop; we'll also create an enormous amount of suffering for ourselves, for our sons and for our daughters. We will also miss an extraordinary opportunity for joy, contentment and peace.Read More