She was standing by the copying machine, running some sort of artwork through the copier. She was wearing a blue wool blazer, tan pants, black flats. Her plantinum hair was pulled back in a tight bun. Her nails were manicured. Her coral-colored lipstick expertly applied.
But it was her face that I noticed most. She had naturally olive-toned skin that was wrinkled. Not just a little but deep, deep crevasses. Her face looked like an origami that had been finished, then restarted. The folds butted up next to each other, around her eyes, around her lips, around her high-cheekbones.
She looked beautiful.
I wanted to walk over to her and tell her, “Thank you for leaving your face alone.”
I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was.
Somehow I think she knew already.
I’m a fan of Grey’s Anatomy. Did you catch last week’s episode? There was an actress on there that I recalled but she’d had so much plastic surgery she was no longer recognizable.
It was Faye Dunaway. Remember her? So beautiful in her day. Now she’s had so much work done she’s a cartoon of her former self. A very disfigured cartoon.
Did you see the photos of Sophie Loren? It’s the same.
Here’s the stats:
“Nearly 11 million cosmetic plastic surgery procedures were performed in the United States in 2006, up 7 percent from 2005. Surgical cosmetic procedures increased 2 percent, with more than 1.8 million procedures performed. For the first time, breast augmentation (329,000) is the most popular surgical procedure since the ASPS began collecting statistics in 1992. Minimally invasive cosmetic procedures increased 8 percent, with more than 9 million performed, and hyaluronic acid injectables (778,000) make the top five for first time. Reconstructive plastic surgery decreased 3 percent.”
Over 2 million women had something call vaginal rejuvenation procedure done. I don’t even want to think about what that entails or why millions of American women would feel compelled to have that done. Blame it on Fannie Flagg and Fried Green Tomatoes.
Used rightly, plastic surgery is a great tool. It can help children with disfiguring birth marks or women who’ve undergone breast removal.
But we have moved so far beyond that. I mean look at that mother of the octuplets. She insists she hasn’t had any plastic surgery done but she’s flat-out lying. She’s gone to great lengths to fashion herself into a bad version of Angeline Jolie. Shame on the doctor who participated in this sick fantasy.
And it ain’t all women. There’s this guy who comes to the church here in the Village. He’s had so much Botox, his face has the plastic sheen of a Barbie Doll’s face.
When I was a young girl I used to love to sit and rub my granny’s hands. They were wrinkled and transparent. I could see all her veins. There was a softness to the lines on her face. Something you don’t see in Faye Dunaway or Sophie Loren now.
They have post-mortem faces. Hardened and just a shell of their former selves.
Link provided courtesy of Lisa