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If you think this list was stupid, imagine the list for those of us who are nearly 50, overweight or disabled.

The reason women are so hard on other women, is due to the multitude of ways women are told, by society, how to be beautiful.

Our looks, as we are, is not good enough, advertising says. We can’t have wrinkles, cellulite or fat. We have to have moisturizers, cleansers, certain make up, tanning machines and tanning products, this dress from that store, and the list goes on and on and on!

And then let’s not forget the advertising for all the different weight loss programs and surgical procedures to “make us attractive”, “to become beautiful”.

We have surgeries available to remove the turkey neck, to lift sagging eye bags, to increase our breast size, to decrease our breast size, to reconstruct our breasts, to lift our bottoms, to permanently have perfectly lined eyes and lips, for collagen injections for the perfectly plump lips, cheek injections, and that if we choose to not so these things, then we are subjected to being less than what we can be.

Personally, I call foul on all these things. If you aren’t happy with the way your nose looks, you can pop into a cosmetic surgery center today, be scheduled for next week, and then endure 6 to 10 weeks of healing time from all the bruising associated with it.

Whereas as little as 15 years ago, a person choosing to change the way their nose was had to have a medical reason, or had to undergo counseling by a trained psychologist to be approved as a candidate.

I’ve never been one to fall into the advertising cycle of eye lifts, wrinkle fillers or any other form of “this will make you beautiful”. I’ve always felt I was beautiful.

I’ll be honest, the only cosmetic surgery I ever half way entertained was breast reconstruction and that was because one of mine is a whole cup size larger than the other. But, I’m now 48, they’ve always worked fine, I’ve never had complaints from any doctors about it, so I never pursued it. It’s just not that important to me.

I’m still beautiful — just the way I am.

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