I invest a lot of money into my looks. In fact, I could even say I’ve embraced a career that not only funds this pattern of investment, but fuels it as well.

Of course the things I do are of the natural realm – unless I’m sporting some lycra blended leggings etc. In other words, I’m not into cutting my face and pulling it back, nipping and tucking, using pills or crazy $400 designer creams etc in the name of ‘beautifying’. I’m not spending crazy amounts of money on the latest designer trends either.
And the beauty I’m aiming for is more than just a pretty face. Zits aside, being able to hold an interesting conversation or be inspiring to others or feel profound wellness in my body is also part of ‘good looks’ I aspire for myself.
What I eat, the company I keep, the air I breath, the water I drink, the thoughts I think, the clothes I wear, the movements I make, the face & body products I use – all contribute to what I consider as my beauty regime.
Dangit though I feel a tad miffed at the cooked actions of my earthly cohorts when I consider the whole Fukashima Nuclear Plant accident. This event could have be far less severe and damaging if short term visions hadn’t reigned supreme during the construction and maintenance of the plant.
Not only are the poor people of Japan working to recover from devastating earthquakes, Tsunami waves, and nuclear radiation poisoning….on the otherside of the world we too have to consider how this nuclear fallout activity might affect us, including my efforts to look beautiful.
In addition to all the things i’m currently doing to look my best, I now must add an anti-radiation routine to maintain what I’m already doing.
Like seriously! I’m already doing so much for myself….and even that must now be added to keep my health (aka beauty) in check.
I’m not allowing my ‘youth-ening’ efforts be derailed by rain seasoned with radiation, for example. BOOO. Rain is meant to be danced in, not avoided because it’s worse than a cleanser with parabens.
Anyway, I’m going to say a prayer for all the silly men that sit behind closed doors making dumb-ass decisions. Trust me, they’re gonna need it.