What’s wrong with looking your age?
I’m not proud to admit this but a few weeks back I watched several episodes of ‘‘Beauty and the Beach’’; a television series that follows women heading to Thailand for various cosmetic surgery procedures.
A common theme amongst the women is dissatisfaction with their ageing bodies and faces. They hope surgery will improve their looks and give them confidence. Most return home thrilled with the results, claiming it will change their lives.
I find it sad they feel the need to take such drastic steps to enhance their self-esteem.
Some of the husbands feature on the show. Interestingly none of them resembled Chris Hemsworth or any other Hollywood hottie.
One woman said her husband described her breasts as looking like a spaniel’s ears. She didn’t need surgery. She needed a new husband.
Back in Queenstown, I’ve seen many women who might as well have ‘‘I’ve had Botox’’ tattooed on their face. I can’t fathom it.
What is wrong with growing old naturally? We should all take responsibility for the pressure some women feel to look a certain way. I’ve lost track of the number of times someone has been impressed by how another person looks younger than they are. What’s wrong with looking your age?
Society values youth and the perfect body (whatever that is) so highly. Yet at the same time women like the Queen and Dame Maggie Smith are admired and respected. I doubt either has had cosmetic surgery. No one criticises their wrinkles.
While I’m not going to be asked to grace the cover of Vogue any time soon I’m happy enough in my own skin. I look at old photos and can’t deny I’ve aged but that’s life. The idea of needing or wanting cosmetic surgery to make myself feel better or even worse, to please a man is abhorrent. The man I marry one day will swiftly become an exhusband if he dares to suggest it.
I had drinks and pizza with a big group of friends last week. I hadn’t seen everyone for ages and it was great to catch up with some of the people I am privileged to call my friends. The group included two couples. While life has taught me that you never really know what goes on behind closed doors, I’d describe both couples as happily married.
I’ve never asked but I’m confident neither of the wives has had Botox or cosmetic surgery. Nor have the husbands. The wives are vibrant, kind and funny. Their eyes sparkle; they exude confidence and happiness. They love and they are loved. I doubt they’d consider cosmetic surgery. I truly wish more women were like that.
It doesn’t matter how far you travel, or how much money you spend, you won’t find confidence in an operating theatre. You can’t buy the true radiance of living a life of joy. You have to be like my friends and somehow find it.
To me that is far more attractive than any amount of Botox.
❚ Queenstown’s Single Girl is looking for true love. Email firstname.lastname@example.org