“A man’s face is his autobiography. A woman’s face is her work of fiction.”
Most of us do not like to be thought of as shallow. Who is not?
The other day I was strolling in Calabasas, and except for teenage girls, there was not one woman who looked natural. There was this beautiful woman, whose face was so pretty, that I immediately considered whether it would be too rude to ask her for her plastic surgeon’s phone number (I know, you all think to yourselves: “Yes, Rachel, it would be rude”, so that is why I didn’t), but then I looked at her hands, and changed my mind.
And then I have this friend, who is obsessed with “improving herself”; her rationale is that we all try to improve ourselves by reading, exercise, taking classes, etc. So why not improve our appearance? As of now- and trust me it can change any minute- she has had two face lifts, toes straightened, breast augmentation, hair transplant and laser peeling. The other day she was talking to me about another procedure, but I stopped paying attention.
But don’t think that this is not contagious, it is! I look at women and think whether it is ridiculous or not, but then I wonder whether I should do that as well. How would I look with Angelina’s lips? And what about just doing something with my eyes? A mother of a relative told her son that the only reason she is doing this “mini lift” is because she cannot see very well. She said her droopy eye-lids interfered with her vision. He believed her.
And when I waver between the “do” or “don’t”, I waver between my belief in the natural process of aging, “accepting it gracefully”, as my friend Kathy says and does, and looking at the Calabasas women marching to a different drum, and thinking that their drum is not so bad, and the bottom line is that I have to like what I see in the mirror. So what if I will only look at the face and decide to ignore the body? If I keep my head straight and not look down I can see only what I want!
Who said that denial is bad?