“I have a mirror opposite my shower door. When I step out of the shower, there I am in full view of my mirror. Most of the time I am not too keen on what I see. I start thinking I should exercise more, eat better, get in better shape. I could say that my mirror tells me this, but of course it does not— it just reflects the image of my body. I am the one who is nauseated by what I see. But my nausea is based on my standard of values. My body is unacceptable if based on the Madison Avenue media and fashion values of creaseless, waif-thin, but preferably big-breasted female bodies. If I adopt a new value standard, one that values wrinkles, pregnancy stretch marks, and cellulite, I'm beautiful! But the mirror tells me neither that I am ugly nor that I am beautiful. I place those values on myself according to what standard for beauty I have chosen, either by adoption or by creation, for myself.”