Me when I was dying my hair, age 35 or 36
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Like a Goddess, forever young
Me when I was dying my hair, age 35 or 36
Here it is. Don't forget to comment!
Like a Goddess, forever young
Me when I was dying my hair, age 35 or 36
Here it is. Don't forget to comment!
Like a Goddess, forever young
Accepting diversity in apparent age is like accepting diversity in any other aspect of our appearance: an ideal, supposedly embraced by all but in fact only "skin-deep" among much if not most of humanity. I've known many who say they embrace diversity yet cast scornful comments on others for being "fat," or old, or dressing "badly."
ReplyDeleteThe difference now is that there are techniques like liposuction, cosmetic surgeries, and this skin-removal that create the appearance of eternal youth--to those who can afford it. (Don't get me started on that trail!) Why accept diversity when one can lighten one's skin like Michael Jackson and get one's face or breasts or other parts reconstructed to an ideal of perfection?
(C.S. Lewis predicted just this focus on outward appearance and "fitting in with the group ideal" in books like The Screwtape Letters, That Hideous Strength and The Abolition of Man. Wise man, Mr. Lewis. :) )
Thank you for this comment. It would have been great if you had left it on the HuffPost! Would it be possible to repost there?
ReplyDeletethanks again