Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
A new wedding-themed reality show has hit the airways folks. In many ways, however, it has nothing really to do with weddings...or even love for that matter. I'm not that big into reality shows, myself, but I find the premise of this one disturbing. Women compete for the chance to have plastic surgery and a big humdinger of a wedding. The sad part is, these are all beautiful women, willing to submit to major body changes for a chance at a overblown wedding.
Aren't we as women told enough that we have to measure up to an unrealistic standard, without telling a group of beautiful women on national television that they need surgical assistance to prep for a day when they should feel totally accepted by the love of their lives exactly as who they really are? Weddings should be about two people who love each other and celebrating with family and friends, not about trying to reach some ideal by your wedding date.
What do you think?
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