It's not unusual for a movie to stir a thought in me, however, it is unusual for a seemingly stupid one to shake a thought in me. Tonight I saw Mean Girls; typical movie of high school populars who think their goddesses of the earth. Anyway, it's not the first movie to center around that theme and tonight isn't the first time I'm having these thoughts, but perhaps this is a new twist. In today's society, we girls put a lot of money and time towards our image. We seem convinced that the world sees every blemish and work to either hide or eliminate our every flaw. Our minds succumb to the constant hassel of diet, size, complexion, style; stupid, really, so why do we do it? We are our own worst critic. So, although it may come-off as if we committ these insane acts, it only makes sense that we put forth the effort solely for ourselves. I try to remember the last time I was really "done-up." It was at my sister's wedding in October of 05. I had gone and done the easy thing and got a spray tan. I had my nails and toes done, and my self-esteem was quite high during that month. Truth was, it didn't really matter how I looked because, although the changes were external, I FELT beautiful. I guess I just felt, polished, and in my lightly pinted skin I didn't feel I had to put on much else to better my appearance. So what is it about a good tan (real or asthetic) and a clean set of french tips that makes us feel so enriched? I don't quite know if it's just pop culture, or if being pampered a little isn't perhaps a good thing for the soul and ego. I plan on experimenting this a little this weekend. I've some freebe tans and I'll give myself a little manicure and then see how I feel. Internally, I'll be good and stick with lots of fruits and veggies and the healthy piece of chocolate. ~.^ Carrie