I'm a tad jealous of Kiera Knightly. She's beautiful beyond words. She gets all the roles I would love to have if I were an actress. And she seems pretty smart. Kulani has a not-so-secret crush on her. Well, he doesn't vocally bespeak his interest in her, but I can see the drool hanging off his tongue whenever I re-watch Bend it like Beckham. But I have to give her some props for standing up against photo augmentation. I guess some people are unhappy with her flat chest (or as my awesome 3-year-old neighbor boy calls them, "power packs"), so her chest seems to puff out in post-production. She's not liking it, and she's being vocal against this trend to falsify her looks.
Hanging out at the A.F. pool a lot this summer has made me painfully aware that this desire for a "fluffier" chest is reaching epic proportions. It's all very discouraging for me. What message are we sending our daughters? However, I will say this: I saw more than one old woman in Burley this weekend who could seriously tuck the boulders into their pants. No joking. I give those ladies a pass. Fluff 'em up, ladies. Please. But that's more of safety issue--a crazy bumpy road and that lady could knock herself out.