not for me.
After going nearly 5 years without the “luxury” of cable, and having never been a fan of tabloid news, I lived in a world that wasn’t warped by Hollywood’s sense of perfection.
I forgot that in order to be “beautiful” one must be tall, lean, and big busted.
And I lived with the assumption that although I wasn’t “perfect” I wasn’t that bad either.
AND THEN IT HAPPENED
I was suckered in to the “3 for 3” Cablevision package and one thing it changed was my outlook on beauty.
Because of Dr. 90210, I now know what “beauty” is.
And I know that it’s something I can have… at a price.
But since when is Dr. Whoever an expert on beauty?
How is a man's opinion...
one that is based on airbrushed "perfection" and unrealistic proportions...
the standard we now hold ourselves to?
I know I wouldn’t want to be armed with a Sharpee marker and an attitude, and then come face to face with someone who wanted to look “perfect.”
Because the only thing I’d want to put a big, black circle around would be the person’s head.
Not because it’s too big or too small, or mIsShApEn.
But because it encases a brain so small it thinks another person can tell it what is beautiful.
I think plastic surgery just ends in a “now what” expression when people realize they're still the same... on the inside.
And they're still not happy.
(that is of course, in the case that they can still "have expressions" after all that Botox).
WOULD YOU DARE TO GO UNDER THE KNIFE?