GOOD


I remember standing in the Seattle airport, overwhelmed by a gigantic wall of women's magazines—all the same format, all electric colors, cluttered headlines, and one overarching message: YOU, woman, are not good enough.

This is the reality that my dear friend Kelli Redfield and I would have debates about right after college. We held the modern mold of "woman" up to the light and asked: is she who we really desire to be? Or is she tired, insecure, picked apart, stretched thin, Photoshopped away?

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