Actually, yes. It's the fakeness that gets to me. Somewhat like focusing your attention on something that is not what it pretends to be, with a deep dishonesty on both sides. Like worshipping false idols.
I made a deal with myself that after I pop out my alotted 2.5 kids and graduate from vet school I'd treat myself to some fake boobs or sculpting.
That being said, I hope that by the time I'm that old I'll be beyond caring at all what so ever. Although thinking about it, by that time, I think I'll just be appriciative to be one of the few Americans that isn't morbidly obese taking into account the average rate of expansion so far.
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That being said, I hope that by the time I'm that old I'll be beyond caring at all what so ever. Although thinking about it, by that time, I think I'll just be appriciative to be one of the few Americans that isn't morbidly obese taking into account the average rate of expansion so far.
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