Living life in front of the lens has its perks, namely access to incredible beauty magicians.High fashion artists, makeup and hair stylists, as well as fashion stylists are the wizards behind the curtain. I have relied on them for many years. They taught me how pluck, tuck, plump and properly primp.
Because of my youth, at the time, I took all of the fabulosity for granted. I always looked great … the wizards made sure of it.
Even though I was put together by a top-of-the-line team, my images were still Photoshopped. Even though I was a spring chicken, I still was wiped clean, not a blemish, not a line, nothing made it past the cruel eyes of the myth masters.
Even though I knew it was a “fake” representation of me, my ego still exploded.
I was PERFECT.
Fortune still shines upon me; I still enjoy working as a fashion model. The only snag is, well, I am older. Now I find myself struggling to keep up with the unattainable standard of perfection that society has bestowed on us.
Sure, there are tricks of the trade that I utilize. AND lucky for me, I still have access to teams that work their most excellent magic on me. Honestly, though, when I have to do it myself, I’d rather die! (Kidding of course, but it’s not fun.)
Take my skin, for example, it is not porcelain smooth anymore. With all of the Photoshopped, ridiculously young faces peering out at me from magazines and castings, I feel like I am a thousand years old.
Let’s talk about my eyebrows or lack thereof. I’m sure you’ve heard that old wives’ tale about pluck too much and they will never grow back. It is true. I am lucky to have five hairs left, on my eyebrows I mean.
If we are talking nostrils, well, that is another story altogether. We lose our eyebrows and eyelashes as we age, but gain unruly nostril hairs, random facial hair, as well as other strange crops of hair in unwanted areas. I wish that I knew the evolutionary reason for this phenomenon.
Whatever. I pluck, tuck, primp and prod. If you met me out and about, you would probably say “What’s she bitching about?”
Trust me, a lot.
Like all women, the hands of time do not stand still for me.
Like all women, I live with the undeniable message that society keeps shoving down my throat:
YOUTH = DESIRABILITY
Like all women, once we are over 35, as far as the media and mainstream society are concerned, we are sent out to pasture. Why is that I wonder? Perversion. Bullsh*t.
What is Perfection anyway?
In my opinion, perfection is attained when a person feels great in their skin. When a person owns their flaws without shame and doesn’t let society dictate how or what they should look like, they are truly beautiful. Only then can they attain perfection.
Living in a false bubble of fake beauty standards is bullsh*t. Just be you. I will be me. We are perfect just the way we are. That’s the truth. I promise.
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