Recent obsession with videos regarding plastic surgeries and the accompanying controversies has led me to take a second look at the environment that I immerse myself in today. It is indeed true to a large extent that in this new age, vanity has become a new religion.
A walk along common streets has revealed to me countless occurences of slim bodies, often embraced in clothing that could best flatter the underlying features; slender legs, curvaceous hips, arching tight bum and not to mention, the irresistably blinding cleavage. Train up some willpower, and try not staring at hot bods while others are, you would realize the perverse looks of envy and admiration people involuntarily give.
But yet amidst of a culture I have gotten myself so used to, I find myself happy, certainly not because I have the perfect body, but because of that innocent smile, those soft warm hands, and the comforting acceptance that has reinforced me with all the confidence that I need. Even with all that perfect-ness that people pursue, the old saying still stands. All you need is indeed just one thing, love.
