Black Swan

One of my most vivid recollections from childhood is going through the grocery checkout counters and seeing all of those magazines for women. I would read their headlines as my mother checked her groceries through: how to flatten your stomach, how to be more beautiful, and how to be the perfect mate.
It is now decades later, and those same magazines line the shelves of the checkout racks, with the same headlines and impossibly perfect models on their covers. And although the magazines are the same, I now see them for what they are: negative messages cast over an entire gender that say, “You are not slim enough, sexy enough, or beautiful enough…yet.”
If I had one piece of advice to give to young women of today it would be this: don’t read those magazines, and if you already do, stop now. They are casting dangerous spells on us; ones that hijack our very life force by making us focus on meaningless superficialities at the expense of our deeper potential.
To get a glimpse of the danger of falling into this trap, I recommend watching the movie whose name graces the title of this blog.