Pretty in PINK

  Are we as pretty on the inside, as we appear on the outside?
I'm heading out on a Saturday night, surrounded by my best girls. Chanel handbag. Loubitin Pumps. MAC makeup <<< the vital accessories for any common night out, right?
But what did I do all day? I made sure to start my day off with a dose of Adderrall- "Good thing I got that out of the way.. now I don't have to eat. Its all good though- I have a prescription. Nothing to worry about" I thought, justifying it as I took it down with my Evian water. 
Does that make me pretty on the inside? or does that mean that I am "Pretty in Pink"- pretty in everything I shower myself with to look somewhat perfect on the outside?
When did self-help get re-defined as using every form of unauthentic materials, chemicals, and substances to perfect our appearance on the outside, to perfect what people see us as versus what we think of ourselves? 
When did it become okay to rate someone based on how expensive their shoes are and the car they drive rather than if they are truly good people?
I then proceeded to get in my black Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon, munching on a Luna Bar on my way to a business meeting and then off to my trainer. 
Still got home took a good look at myself in the mirror for what felt to be fifteen minutes- in reality it was over an hour. Looking at who I am. 

When did the question "Who am I" get answered with the size of my jeans, my bra size, how tight my butt is and how soft my skin is?

On my way, I ran into Emily, an old friend who didn't make it to Beverly Hills as planned. I said, "Well hello gorgeous, I haven't seen you in the longest! You're dress is ravishing. you look absolutely great. Hope you're doing well, gotta run" as I was thinking, "Oh this old worn out dress from H&M.. no wonder she didn't make it to move to Beverly Hills- she has never been good for us. I must make it short I don't want people to see me talking to her, what an embarrassment."
I looked- I spent another thirty minutes looking even harder.. analyzing, and examining every inch of my body. From my eyebrows, to my crows-feet, to my bust size and my legs- I looked and after years of watching what I eat.. to then not eating.. to working out over 10 hours a week..I still wasn't good enough. 
I am coming to realize.. I am good enough for the whole world, excluding myself. I am my own worst critic, and my values have changed.
I'm not truly pretty if I take three hours out of my day to go sit at Coffee Bean with a girlfriend and gossip about our third-wheeler. That makes me UGLY on the INSIDE. 
Smoking my cigarettes, taking that Adderall, diet pills, green tea, self-doubt, gossip.. those habits make me ugly on the inside.. my YSL pumps and G-wagon just help my cover. making me feel "Pretty in Pink"
Why have our values changed? Do we put enough energy in our effort to be perfect on the inside, or do we strive much more persistently to make the person we appear to be, perfect?
If I am not remotely close to pretty on the inside, I can't analyze myself in the mirror and expect to find anything remotely near perfection.