Dear Beautiful People:
That is you. Everyone. All of us.
Summer is just around the corner. It is the end of February, after all! Time to go out and buy a bunch of glossies, diet books, miracle vitamins, power drinks... and get ready for swimsuit season.
Swimsuit season is otherwise known as "self-hatred season." Sorta. Kinda. Except there is some research indicating that most people rate themselves as more attractive than other people rate them. Hmmm... Huh... Uhhhh... What could that mean?
It is very confusing. Preoccupation with one's own appearance is rather... well.. there is no other way to put it. Narcissistic.
I mean, like... Chickie La La, just how important do you think you are? Do you think you are THE ONE that everyone is looking at on the beach? Are you THE ONE, and the only one that everyone is looking at on the dance floor? Even if you were giving a speech, what are the odds that you would be THE ONE that everyone was looking at?
So, "If you can't have the one (body) you love, love the one (body) you have." I took some literary license there. You only get one body -- unless you believe in reincarnation. Then, Chickie La La, it could get a lot worse.
I have it on good authority from a 100 year old Tibetan monk that women who are overly preoccupied with their own appearances (we are not talking about legitimate mental illnesses here) come back to earth as rhinoceroses.
I made that last part up.
Chickie La La, you are lucky if one person is looking at you. All those other people judging you? They don't even know you are alive. They are thinking about themselves because they believe that they are the center of the universe! They don't know you are the center of the universe. No one told them! Get over yourself sweetheart!
Oh, I hope I didn't hurt your feelings? Are you an orphan? Raised by wolves? Hasn't someone told you this?
People watching is my hobby. Save money on tanning and nail salons and the most expensive hair salon. Don't waste money on magazines and diet books and wonder remedies. Wear beautiful clothing that fits you and wear a smile. Didn't I just see you leaving the salon with a $200.00 hairstyle wearing jeans that don't fit? You didn't need highlights, baby girl! You needed jeans that fit.
Get a life. Do some good. Join a club. Take dance lessons. Take all the money I just saved you and go on a great vacation.
Whatever you do, love your body! You are not going to be getting another one and the only life you have is this second. This breath is your life. Do not waste it either in hating yourself or over-estimating yourself. Just live!
Love, love, love is in the air!
Your friend,
Vivian
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