Fashionably Bleach-iful With A 'Kartel' of cake soap

There are many things that constitute beauty but bleaching isn't one of them if your prime example is Vybez Kartel. No, I'm not picking on Mr. Palmer or Micheal Cake Soap Jackson, nor am I trying to be rude. But let us try and avoid the grey areas and declare black as such, white as such, or brown as such. Surely, I have no problem if "you seh bleaching and bleaching seh you' (according to a bleaching convert), but whether that calling to look 'good' is stronger than the calling of your health, I say heed to it like rats to the tune of the pied piper.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder but it takes a turn when you begin to overdo it and your efforts to really outdo everyone in the beauty department becomes an overload of a different kind. I'm merely saying. Looking good attracts a price and with the price of going to the doctor and the added cost of prescription skyrocketing, no doubt bleaching will put you in the not-so-beautiful and broke department.

Every time I see a bleacher, it rubs be the wrong way (pardon my pun).