Open any fashion or fitness magazine lately and you see beautiful, impeccably groomed, thin, and fit women smiling perfectly back at you on every page. Perhaps you will see a scantily dressed teenager with semi-circus clown makeup beckoning you to join her in the good life – if you only spritz yourself with a perfume named after an irrational emotion. Or maybe you will read an article about a movie star bemoaning the difficulties of aging in Hollywood – all the while employing a household staff larger than your high school with nannies working all day shifts, personal chefs, trainers, dog psychologists, and spiritual guides. This is all very normal right? I mean, everyone must live that way?
|A younger version of me|