Do you remember going to a carnival or fair when you were a kid and walking through the fun house? The fun house consisted of hundreds of mirrors that altered the way that we saw ourselves…we used to find it so funny and entertaining. Now, most women and some men have a permanent fun house existing within their head, no longer being able to see the humor or entertainment, just the sorrow, imprisonment, and destruction of their altered perception. Thin is never thin enough and beauty/perfection is an ideal that one can never quite attain. How can one ever be satisfied with their looks when media lauds anorexia and drug addiction and plastic surgery is commonplace?