It may be because I’m a reality show junky, that I have been bombarded with the idea as to what some call “perfection”. Or, maybe it’s just that I’m looking at more imperfect people trying very hard to keep up the appearance of perfection in non-reality.
I don’t get it! Stop the madness! For my part in stopping the madness I have put together a few thoughts to ponder.
There should be a law prohibiting anyone past the age of forty from EVER wearing hair extensions. If you want to purchase a hair extension past the age of forty, be
prepared to provide your drivers license, Costco picture, blood test, birth
certificate and library card. This would be a very harsh but necessary means to hopefully slap you back into reality, as only the picture on that darn drivers license can.
In regards to the lip thing, what can I say except that injecting your lips full of stuff is NUTS! If you can no longer utter the phrase “The purple platypus’s play
purposefully at a precious petunia filled park”, without feeling one lip touch the other, you need again to stop the madness!
What I’m trying to say is please let’s celebrate who we are, warts (icky) and all.
I speak now as one thin lipped, way over forty, graying beauty. I love my imperfections and wear them proudly! I don’t want to be what you want me to be. I
just want you to appreciate how perfect I wear my imperfection
In closing I encourage us each and everyone to celebrate our imperfect character in perfect glory.