I liked our swimming class better. It was filled with chunky moms wearing old lady bathing suits.
Okay, listen. I know I've written a million stories about real beauty and accepting yourself and different kinds of beautiful. And I still wholeheartedly believe in those things. However, I grew up reading fashion and beauty magazines, and as you know, even worked at one. So despite the fact that I now have my own definition of beautiful vs. something that the mass media shoves down my throat, I'm painfully aware of what the mass media considers perfectly beautiful. And she sat next to me for an entire hour yesterday as I tried desperately to remember my own idea of what is beautiful.