My commute is a short ten-minute walk, down a very busy and crowded Chicago street. I'm fortunate enough to see hundreds of people in my short journey, including many women, of course.
Only rarely do I see someone who's appearance is generally envy-provoking. Most days, I'm more than happy with what I'm wearing, and with how I look, overall. But on the occasions when I'm beginning to feel my eyes turning green, I try to turn that unproductive and generally unbecoming sensation into a chance to learn something.
Overall, if you really envy someone, the fundamental question has to be "why?".
If it's someone half your age, with the body of an Olympic gymnast:
This is both a lesson in learning to accept your age, and a ... View the Post