It’s a rare breed of woman who truly doesn’t care about her appearance, and there are some women who only care about their appearance. But most of us fall in the middle — wanting to be appreciated and loved and valued for more than how we look, but unable to completely expunge all interest in our outward image. If this is where most of us live, shouldn’t we be asking for acceptance to be in this middle space? Can you honestly say that if someone wanted to put you on a magazine cover tomorrow that you would have no investment in looking your best? Isn’t it normal to hope that the picture of you is not taken from a horrible angle the moment you wake up and at the same time be concerned with society’s obsession about the ubiquitous worship of an unattainable ideal of the female form?