I drop by the tanning salon for sun-kissed skin. I attend yoga on Wednesday nights to establish flexible, sexible joints and an elongated spine. I streak bleach through my hair, apply charcoal to my eyelids and sandpaper my heels to achieve outward loveliness. If I had the means and the want to I could reshape my nose or my breasts or my tush. New fingernails? Sure. Pesky cellulite or stretch marks. Apply a little cream and wa-la. Want blue eyes, or purple? No problem a little piece of plastic can't fix.But when it comes to character, a trip to Sally's or Regis can't add more sparkle to my conversational skills or remove stray negativity. I want a toner that adds honesty or some pills to pop that incite genuine compassion.
In this age of instant beauty-on-demand, have we as women lost our patience with cultivating a lovely soul?
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