We avoid slippery slopes for a reason.

By the time the full extent of the damage is apparent, it's tragically late. Things can start out benign and escalate rapidly with just the tiniest hint of adversity, whether real or imagined.

A wrinkle? Better fix it. An imperfection? Fill it with industrial products. Don't loooooooveeee your hair color? We can fry that for you it for you for the low low price of hundreds of dollars every few months (and sometimes weeks.)

It doesn't take much of that before you're into a situation that these young women are in, irreparably.

If a slope looks slippery, stay away. Treat this shit like the potent addiction that it is clearly revealing itself to be.

Lecture over. Sorry. I just hate seeing this waste when I know how beautiful life can be when you do not partake in it.