This weekend, I was running around doing some errands when I saw a disturbing scene: a sister walking down the street in a short, down jacket, some blue pajama bottoms with sheep and clouds on them stuffed in some boots, and her hair wrapped up in a scarf. She had a plastic bag in her hand as she leisurely walked down the street. Nothing seemed to be the matter with her but as I reflected on that sight for a few days I realize that something was indeed out of whack in that sister’s life. She had stopped caring about the image she projected to the world. Read the full story