I fell off the wagon last night.
I'd been sober for weeks, but that glass of wine was calling to me. Except it wasn't booze. It was a story on the Internet.
A movie reviewer was raving about how beautiful some celebrity was, what a great body she had. I had to know -- what does she look like? How do I measure up to her? So I clicked. I looked at the photo and compared myself to her.
Where would you have started? Her face, hair, breasts? Waistline? Legs? I'm never happy with my body when I do this.
I have so little self-control. It doesn't help that clicking is free. I pay a fee for Internet service, but I don't pay by the click. Maybe that's good --at least I'm not spending the grocery money on my addiction. But I am paying a price.
So I need your encouragement. And you need mine. When you see a headline that trumpets a star's body, don't read the story. It will only reinforce our culture's skewed idea of beauty and value. Not to mention reducing the celebrity to the status of an object.
And if you find a friend sitting at her computer, struggling with temptation, grab her hand and pull it away from the mouse. Friends don't let friends click on junk.