It is safe to say that I will not be watching the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show this evening. However, this well-written article makes a valid argument for subjecting oneself to it. If you're into that sort of thing.
My friends and I have made it a ritual every year to watch it together at one of our apartments, in the biggest sweats we own, no makeup on, with as much food as possible in front of us. Wings, fries, pizza, Chipotle, ice cream, you name it. No utensils necessary. You could say what we’re doing is pretty powerful — you know, enjoying ourselves as we watch bikini-clad supermodels strut down a runway, informing America of what beauty really is.But we’re not really loving ourselves, so it’s not really powerful at all. It’s straight up masochism. We’re shoving food into our faces because we’re not sure what else to do with our feelings other than mock them.We're all women who value ourselves based on our accomplishments — how hard we work, how good of friends we are, how much we give back, etc. — but for that hour every year, we ask ourselves, Do our accomplishments matter as much as looking like THAT in our underwear?
via Why I Torture Myself Every Year By Watching The Victoria's Secret Fashion Show – mindbodygreen.com.
