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Wow, it's been weeks since I blogged. It's not like I don't have stuff to say, it's just not all stuff I want floating around the Internet. In any case, I feel like blogging today, so I'm back.
I heard a story on the radio this morning about how Jessica Simpson is apparently addicted to Botox. That's just so wrong, she's my age. But it got me thinking about body image.
Most women will NEVER be happy with the way they look. Oh, they may think losing 10 pounds will solve all their image problems, but trust someone with experience when I say that for most there will ALWAYS be something to be unhappy with. Losing weight or getting cosmetic surgery will only highlight other parts that need fixing.
Earlier this week I was watching "The Girls Next Door" (guilty pleasure, but I really like Hugh's girlfriend Bridget,) and they were getting ready to make a workout video. When asked what they wanted to improve on their bodies the girls had a list of flaws and problem areas. If these "perfect" examples of American beauty had issues with the way they look, what hope is there for us mortal women?
But that, along with the Hollywood trend of women in their twenties and teens having major plastic surgery, upsets me. There comes a time when you just have to accept certain things about yourself. Ten years ago I hated my nose. I seriously wanted a nose job to get rid of the huge hump I thought I had. It was all I could see when I looked in the mirror, and forget about getting my picture taken from the side. But over time it grew on me until I was able to accept the face I was born with.
But so many "rich" (and some not so rich) girls are altering their bodies before they get a chance to mature and embrace the features that make them individuals. It's sad, but I for one am glad I was able to shed a lot of my body hang-ups along with the fifty pounds. That said, if I had the money I'd get treatment for all my cellulite. Even I have limits on self love ^_^*
I heard a story on the radio this morning about how Jessica Simpson is apparently addicted to Botox. That's just so wrong, she's my age. But it got me thinking about body image.
Most women will NEVER be happy with the way they look. Oh, they may think losing 10 pounds will solve all their image problems, but trust someone with experience when I say that for most there will ALWAYS be something to be unhappy with. Losing weight or getting cosmetic surgery will only highlight other parts that need fixing.
Earlier this week I was watching "The Girls Next Door" (guilty pleasure, but I really like Hugh's girlfriend Bridget,) and they were getting ready to make a workout video. When asked what they wanted to improve on their bodies the girls had a list of flaws and problem areas. If these "perfect" examples of American beauty had issues with the way they look, what hope is there for us mortal women?
But that, along with the Hollywood trend of women in their twenties and teens having major plastic surgery, upsets me. There comes a time when you just have to accept certain things about yourself. Ten years ago I hated my nose. I seriously wanted a nose job to get rid of the huge hump I thought I had. It was all I could see when I looked in the mirror, and forget about getting my picture taken from the side. But over time it grew on me until I was able to accept the face I was born with.
But so many "rich" (and some not so rich) girls are altering their bodies before they get a chance to mature and embrace the features that make them individuals. It's sad, but I for one am glad I was able to shed a lot of my body hang-ups along with the fifty pounds. That said, if I had the money I'd get treatment for all my cellulite. Even I have limits on self love ^_^*
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