Whitewashed tombs and Gucci-dressed sinners

“I cried when I turned 25.”

So said my hairdresser, an attractive young lady with pictures of her precocious 7-year-old daughter cluttering her stylist’s table. Prompted by inquiries about progress on my book, which tries to give a gospel-centered account of the human body, we had landed upon discussing the challenges women face in a world dominated by impossible standards of visible beauty.  In a moment of candor, she acknowledged her addiction to the unattainable ideals of contemporary standards of beauty.