"Am I pretty mother? I am pretty as her? Prettier? I can do better mom... is this enough? One more tweak. Now I am pretty, but not as pretty as the ones in this magazine, the standard it imposes is higher. I need to do more tweaks mother, I need to be pretty. There is this thing, plastic surgery, I think this will make me pretty mother" - the subconscious of our young generation. When is pretty enough pretty? Where is the limit of pretty, and what is beyond its boundary? A cascade of choices could lead to the opposite direction. With love, Kalisto Senna.
