Brené Brown

Yeah.

Yeah.

Like, you know.

big blonde hair with hot rollers, the higher the hair, the closer to God.

You needed to be tough and strong and throw on a baseball cap and get somewhere really quick, low maintenance, and you needed to be a beauty pageant queen.

Oh my God, yes.

I mean, I think not just them.

I mean, like, I think...

having young girls and young women, keeping them from developing threats to their self-esteem is not just a parental thing.

It's like, it's like asking them not to breathe because the air is poison.

Like it's like every message from everywhere, you know, the fashion magazines, you'd read them and you think,

don't look like this.

How am I going to look like this?

And you'd lather yourself up with baby oil and you put lemon juice in your hair.

You put tinfoil under your chin, get as much sun cancer as you could because we didn't know.

We all wore jeans that you had to put on with pliers for the zipper because they were so tight.

Appearance mattered.

This is Texas, baby.

Not a straight line.

That's the sweetest thing you've said to me.