tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442437466036165602.post2454294369284843336..comments2023-10-09T12:10:37.251-05:00Comments on Mommy Barbie: There is a Traitor in Our MidstKristen LaPointehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05881756241899059692noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442437466036165602.post-73127052254577746752010-05-30T06:51:24.339-05:002010-05-30T06:51:24.339-05:00This is something that has been bothering me, too....This is something that has been bothering me, too. But, before I met Neil I had a good friend who was drop-dead gorgeous. She was in her 20s. She spent the majority of her day on her looks. She'd go to the gym, get her nails done...PLUS she was already getting injections (I think hers were something called Restalyn?) and had already had three boob jobs, a nose job, and lipo dissolve...none of which she really needed, except maybe the first boob job, since she was an A-cup.<br /><br />I learned something from that. We become the sum total of how we spend our days. You can work on your looks and, yes, we'll look much better, but what do we have inside? Not much. My beautiful friend was an incredibly shallow person. She took her master's degree and turned it into a career as a "promotions" model. (She goes downtown and hands out Jack Daniels samples at bars.) I just look at someone like you and see you as beautiful for reasons that go beyond looks. You're a mom, a writer, and beautiful. I think that things may sag as we get older, but when we age gracefully, we're even more beautiful because we've grown so much inside. Those age spots we'll have are badges of honor.Stephanie Farishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10461865229341760836noreply@blogger.com