Definitely a nose job. Plump the lips. And she sure could stand to hit the gym and lose a few pounds.
A woman today who looks like Mona Lisa is more likely to be skewered, not celebrated.
What a world—–that anyone could come up with Bridalplasty, the new reality show where brides compete for the wedding and plastic surgery procedures of their dreams. Says “E” network about its new show: Every bride wants to look her best on her wedding day. But for the women competing on ‘Bridalplasty,’ only perfection will do.
And they say we don’t believe in fairy tales anymore.
Years ago a friend told me his daughter was so desperate for a pair of expensive designer jeans like her friends—that in exchange, she offered to give up her pacifier. She was 5 years old. We laughed at the time, but somehow now it doesn’t seem so funny.
Reading the statistics is as scary as seeing pictures of celebrities sculpting and starving themselves.
In 1970 the average age of a girl who started dieting was 14; by 1990 the average age dropped to 8.
That’s where it starts… Where does it end?
Today I read that Sarah Jessica Parker is quoted in this upcoming issue of Elle Magazine: saying that at 45, she feels like a wilted flower.
Any day now, she’ll be walking the red carpet wearing flats and Eileen Fisher.
Seriously someone should tell Sarah Jessica this is one of the great things about getting older—you can cave in and get comfortable, now that we’re old enough to know better.
Or do we? Sometimes it seems as if the pressure towards perfection goes from birth to death. (Lucky if you’re Jewish; the coffin is closed.)
I’m all for looking good and taking care of yourself —for health and personal satisfaction. But really—who’s satisfied?
It took losing my breasts to cancer for me to learn to love my body as the miracle it is, no matter how it looks. There are people and organizations I admire, working to help women from being held hostage to standards of beauty, and instead put the focus on what’s important, including BlogHer, which is doing a year-long program called Own Your Beauty.
I try to shake it up by creating Boobalas and mirrors with words I wish every woman could think when she looks in the mirror: You’re Perfect. Actually all my mosaics communicate the same message, because they’re made of broken pieces, each imperfect in itself.
And I think that’s a better message—that true beauty lies in the imperfections— Mona Lisa being a perfect example.
I wonder what she thought when she looked in the mirror.