I reach the age when I don’t care much about how pretty I am. Just as long as I look presentable and feel comfortable, I’m good to go. But I know how it feels like to be young, and surrounded by critics. The pressure to be skinny, to be flawless and for the guys to be all muscled up, I understand perfectly. No wonder products like Orovo sell like hotcakes. But don’t fret, you’ll outgrow it.