Let me go on the record as saying that I am generally against plastic surgery. There are all kinds of good reasons to use plastic surgery – whether it is for reconstruction or disfigurement. There are even times when I’ll allow it purely for cosmetic reasons. But generally speaking, we have become a society that fights the physical signs of aging every step of the way.
I’m no exception.
I use antioxidant this and anti-aging that. I always hoped that my primarily clean living lifestyle would pay off in the form of beautiful, lineless skin as I aged. As I approach a major milestone birthday this year, I’m reminded that sometimes genetics have more to do with the lines of wisdom that age has bestowed upon our faces.
I’ve never been a sunworshipper. I’d love to get tan but my skin just doesn’t really like that. I was never a big drinker. Maybe a small drinker. And I drink wine most nights. For health reasons.
And I have never in my life smoked or even tried a cigarette. Of that fact, I’m very proud. But as of late, I am starting to obsess over how I’m aging. I don’t feel old and when I look in the mirror, it looks like someone has put the “grown-up” mask on my little kid face.
I was looking in the mirror very closely this morning thinking of all the things I’d like to change. Here’s my complete list of imaginary plastic surgery:
- I’d give myself an eyelift to make up for my years of droopy eyelids.
- I’d plump up the areas under my eyes so that I wouldn’t see those lines running down my cheeks every time I smiled.
- I’d straighten out my nose. It’s a little too big and bumpy.
- I’d get rid of the scar above my lip where my precious Holden once bit me when I woke him up too suddenly.
- I’d lose the laugh lines around my mouth.
- I’d give myself porcelain skin with not a freckle in sight.
- I’d round out my hairline so that my forehead didn’t look too square.
- I’d thicken my hair.
- And I would completely resculpt my asymmetrical jaw. And that’s just my face.
Here’s is a quick sample of the new and improved me.
But there is something missing there.
Maybe the lines I’m missing don’t show the joy and heartache I’ve had in life.
My missing freckles and bumpy nose don’t show that no matter how hard I fight it, I am my mother’s daughter.
Bottom line is that we are born with the face and body that we have. We have to learn to love ourselves and the changes that age brings. At least we are still here to celebrate it.
And if I had all of this work done, how could I continue to make my best faces?
What about you? Ever have any work done? Wish you had or wish you hadn’t? Do you dream of imaginary plastic surgery? I’d love to hear your thoughts on how you are learning to love yourself.