I have to rant a little here, about how frustrating it is to see beautiful, successful women like Kate Hudson having plastic surgery. Kate is a little bit of the kind of woman I wish I was (only a little, mind you). I was always envious of her vivacious personality, her cute looks, her ability to attract people to her. I'm so the opposite, so people who are so alive and full of energy intrigue me. I was disappointed when I saw these pictures because I really thought she was happier with herself. I guess that's what Hollywood can do to you. Give the most well-adjusted person low self-esteem.
I don't watch "The Hills", but yesterday morning on my way to work, I was listening to the radio and the DJ was playing back some audio from Tuesday night's episode, featuring Heidi Montag. Part of what I heard was a conversation Heidi had with her mother about how she thought Heidi was prettier, more natural, before she had all that plastic surgery.
The new Heidi doesn't look horrendous, other than the fact she can't move her face, which is pretty creepy, but I didn't see anything wrong with what she used to look like. Thing is, young, blonde women with oversized, fake books, spray-on tans and bleached hair are quite common these days, so thinking she's setting herself apart isn't quite the reality of it. Personally, I like the "before" version myself. She looks happier. Also because I think your mind is in a healthier place when you haven't been made into a Stepford woman. Once you start with the improvements, where will it end? You're already thinking there's something wrong with you, but now start believing it so strongly that you're never happy. You can't stop the aging process.
(To see the before and after pictures of other celebrities, check out these "WTF happened to your face?! pics).
I think women are our own worst enemy. We tend to pick on those imperfections. We can be spiteful and catty and pea-green with jealousy. (Like how jealous I get over all the books Mandi reads LOL). We point things out to our friends and sometimes we're convinced the only reason "she" got the job is because she must have slept her way to the top. Granted, sometimes that might be true. But other times we bring it on outselves, and it starts at home. We obsess over our weight because if we weigh more than 110 pounds we're overweight, never remembering that it's better to be healthy-looking than emaciated. We're never tall enough, slim enough, curvy enough, dainty enough. We have double chins and blotchy skin and awful hair. What are we teaching our daughters, our nieces, our sisters? Even our sons, nephews, brothers about how to treat women? We've got men so confused already, but now we refuse to let them do a simple courtesy such as hold a door open for us. Oh no, that's sexist. Pul-leeze. I get irritated when people don't say "thank you", so no, I don't believe those rare displays of good manners are sexist. It's common courtesy, and it's a dying concept.
But back to the topic. I do understand what it's like to look in the mirror and find myself severely lacking. In fact having seen recent pictures of myself I have to wonder just how much I'd have to save up to get some work done, and I admit the thought has crossed my mind more than once. I'm a realist and I know I'm not that pretty, and I've decided to accept that reality because the alternative is rather depressing, but some days it's really hard. That's when I force myself to look away from the imperfections and go find a friend and hang out, go to a movie, or do anything other than obsess over what I don't got. Because what I do have is a small yet dear circle of friends that I can count on, as well as an online community of romance readers who I treasure more and more everyday. I have a decent job that pays fairly well and allows me to feed my book habit and occasionally lets me travel. I live just outside of a great city that I'm just starting to explore. As I've gotten older, I've become more brave, and find that there are many things I can do on my own. I've driven several times by myself to the Lori Foster event every year, which is about a 5-hour drive. I took a cruise by myself. I'm not going to sit at home and let life pass me by.
Would you ever consider changing anything about yourself?
What positive things do you do to remind yourself of just how special you are?