From the time I was a teenager, I was the girl telling her friends to be who they are and not care what anyone else thinks. I believe there is beauty in our imperfections. It is what makes us unique. Where I got stuck is in the perfections...

In eight years, when the Summer Olympics are once again drawing the attention of the world, I want to be watching the games with the knowledge that we have figured out how to end breast cancer.

I remember to live each day to the fullest. I remember I have a baby girl to fight for.

This film urges us to look hard at what charities like Komen are really saying about breast cancer, those who have it and the companies trying to "pinkwash" themselves, insulating themselves from criticism.

My mother died before I ever married, had children of my own, finished graduate school or launched my own career. But the lessons she taught me have been there every step of the way.

Women are changing the world of philanthropic giving and my dear friend and colleague, Evelyn Lauder, led the way.

Is this Komen's fall from grace? Or is this the the beginning of the fall of the Komen Empire?

One minute later, with the guy still on the phone, I no longer cared. Elvis had left the building.

We demand a commitment and a plan of action to end breast cancer. We demand leadership that will bring the world of public policy together to save lives.

Are we talking about the breast cancer issues that really matter?