I was out for a nice little jog this morning, hey now two days in a row! Decided to doff the technical top and let my new happy (fat) flag fly.
You’ve got to be comfortable in your own skin to be truly beautiful. Bald baby. Smiling with a not too perfect bridge. Two and a half inches shorter than the national average for males. Real and Beautiful.
I’m dealing with a 16 year old that insists that the tanning salon is making her more attractive. She also somehow ended up with a pierced belly button. I’m so upset with both of these stupid decisions.
But I’m mostly pissed that Nebraska has no laws on the books to protect young ladies from these harmful rays.
My last Real Job was as health inspector for the Will County Health Dept. Granted that was in 1992, but even then the State of Illinois recognized the hazards and the permanent damage these facilities do to the skin.
Try telling that to a West Omaha high schooler that is constantly bombarded by media and friends ascribing to Artificial Enhancements as the key to beauty. Too much money for their own good health is a big part of the problem. Parents that want to be friends instead of authority figures are another.
I’ve got my work cut out for me but am in the battle for the long haul.