“Oh My God, I hate my thighs! Is that a hair growing out of my chin? No, it’s three hairs growing out of my chin, and it’s friggin gray!!! Was that wrinkle on my forehead there yesterday? My tummy is sooo FAT! God, I feel like I’m going crazy! Maybe I should get a face-lift… I might still feel nuts, but at least I’d be beautiful – I’d be enough. Maybe if I lose weight, get liposuction and laser treatments for the hairs growing out of my chin, someone will want me – because then I’ll be perfect.”
Sound familiar?!
When did women forget how powerful, lovely, smart, intelligent, resourceful and amazing they are?
When did a wrinkle on the road map of our beautiful faces begin to dictate our worthiness?









