I would have trouble thinking of a single woman I know (myself included), who wouldn’t be hollering, “Hell yes!” with one side of her mind and heart, while being ashamed at the same time, no matter how brilliant, creative, compassionate, generous, successful and gorgeous she is, for, at least once in her life, having wished it would all be so much easier if she could, just once, be one of the pretty girls.

If my nieces, and any other girls over whom I have influence, can grow up and watch this and be horrified and utterly baffled by it because they are not, and never will be merely pretty, then I will have Accomplished Something.

(My thanks to Joe Thornley for posting this on Facebook.)

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