I’ve loved, in more recent years, how Cindy Crawford, Brooke Shields, and Christy Brinkley have shown us that athletic and fit is in. No matter your moment in history, it’s so important to remember that the iconic women of the day are simply reflecting the beauty standard of the time. But then fast-forward history, and we find “Twiggy” in the seventies, a rail-thin feather who’s perhaps not so healthy, mirroring the unreasonable measurements of Barbie. For example, the ancient fertility goddess, all round with huge breasts, was once considered beautiful, her body honoring the curves of many healthy women. We see through the lens of history that the standard of outer beauty is fleeting it changes with the times. What is beautiful truly does shine out from the inside of every woman. We can claim that we are more than our looks. The truth is, this goes way back to Eve seducing Adam with the apple. We have long been trained to focus on outer beauty. The surface of our outer presentation says very little about the layers underneath. The greater meaning is that there is so much more to women of all ages than meets the eye.
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Though middle-aged, Megan is still quite beautiful-but that’s not the point.
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(Later on, she admitted seeing it somewhere, probably on Pinterest!) I laughed out loud-one of my deep belly laughs-at that and really took it in, thinking this quote should be on t-shirts. The best moment in her meet-and-greet intro was when she said, “I’m not eye candy I’m soul food.” One evening, the new General Manager, Megan, hopped up to give a short speech. I recently joined a club in San Francisco called The Battery.