It started innocently enough years ago as a young girl obsessed with the image of perfection plastered on every single magazine cover in the 1980's. The era of the SUPER MODEL. "I hate these saddle bags" I'd say to myself, scrutinizing those areas of my body as if they were the only thing visible to the naked eye. Figures I'd get my mother's thighs and my father's nose. My parents were right, life...
11/14/2007 10:15:59 AM