What’s wrong with look­ing your age?

Central Otago Mirror - - CONVERSATIONS -

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 mir­ror@stl.co.nz

Newspapers in English

Newspapers from New Zealand

© PressReader. All rights reserved.