Von Eva Ebenhöh | February 8, 2017

I learned something today.

I learned something about self-love in a world where a perfect body is, well, attainable.

We all read Marshall’s recipe for unhappiness: Compare your achievements to Mozart’s and you are bound to become depressed. Compare your face to Whitney Houston’s or your body to Keira Knightly’s or whoever. You get my drift.

What we really need is heroes and heroines who rolemodel how to love themselves without perfection. What we really need is to become these rolemodels for the next generation.

So. Simple task. Love yourself. Don’t just pretend to not give a shit. That’s a step, ok. But it is not love.