The phone in each of our pockets has become the magic mirror on the wall that we consult every hour of every day to ask: “Who is the fairest of them all?”
Some of the most insecure young women I know are those who have grown up trapped in a cycle of flattery reinforcement through social media, turning to cosmetic surgery in their twenties and getting everything from lip fillers to breast augmentation in order to stoke the fire of interest in their appearance until they, like narcissus, drown in their own reflection.
