Human vanity knows no limits, of course: that's a given. I still don't understand Botox, though. Paralyzing your facial muscles to prevent wrinkles -- dude, that's so f'ed up. You have to wonder how they figured out that botulinim toxin eliminates wrinkles. Did some old lady get a bad batch of canned goods and kick the bucket? Did the pathologist say, "Gee, poor old bird died of botulism-induced respiratory failure, but wow, her skin looks fantastic!"
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open,
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads
On today because tomorrow’s ground
Is too uncertain. And futures have
A way of falling down in midflight,
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth
And you learn and learn
With every goodbye you learn.
— Veronic Shoffstall, “Comes the Dawn”