I read an interesting article in the post last Tuesday. The article was in regards to the increasing rate of plastic surgery. The story zeroes in on botox which gives the appearance of a face sans many expressions. Yet, the article went on to say “Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been”. It is an interesting side to take. As a culture obsessed with youth and fighting the aging process, the notion is contradicted by a nation of genuinity. When one goes under the knife they are wiping away years. Yet, they are also wiping away the proof of the smiles, the frowns, the laughs. Women who have already gone under the knife are likely to account for 83% of the plastic surgeries in the upcoming year.
In these ever-rising cases, one must fear for BDD (body-dysmorphic disorder). Once one starts to alter one thing, it becomes hard to not attempt to seek further “perfection”. What we see on TV is even worse. Celebrities are talking openly about their operations and saying how much better they look/ feel. Hydie Montag is essentially solely known for having 10 plastic surgeries in one day. Then there are people like Jocelyn Wildenstein, who could individually keep the plastic surgery business running. She is known as the “cat lady” and has rumored to have had hundreds upon hundreds of of procedures done; (4,000,000 million dollars spent). I would tell you to look her up online but I don’t want my dear readers having nightmares.
The moral of the story? Maybe there isn’t one. Possibly when my skin begins to sag and my crows feet become prominent, I too will want to go under the knife. Yet, I know one thing for sure. I’m going to give it a lot of time and consideration when and if the time comes. It is something one cannot undo. And really, why are laugh lines so bad anyway? It’ll show that my life was pretty fun.