Once upon a time I found myself in a plush waiting room with comfy chairs and glossy fashion magazines…
Today I found myself sitting in a questionably disinfected examination chair, clad in a mint green hospital gown and wondering what the hell is wrong with the world.
You see, I was in a plastic surgeon’s office. Not because I’d requested to have my belly banished, my nose narrowed or my melons maintained. No, it was a mistaken referral which should have been to a dermatologist.
In the waiting room, a screen played images of women’s bodies over and over, giving us all a good 3-D look at the natural flaws that ‘appear over time’. I saw nipples and bum cheeks, lips and noses. Not once did I see a man’s saggy testicles or jowly chops. Not once did they put man-boobs or beer guts in the glaring spotlight.
Nope. It was all women. Every bit of marketing was directed toward women and just how insecure we should feel about our bodies. Every single image dissected women’s bodies and divided us into pieces to be criticized and rebuilt into a singular image of beauty.
Balderdash. How freaking boring is that? Pass the gin and bring me a man.
With catchy little tag-lines on brochures like, “Never Fear the Mirror”, and “Love Your Lips”, it was a bit crazy.
The only thing I could think was, “Fuck off. We’re perfect. Now get me outta here.”
My darlings, you are perfect as you are. Love your body and yourself, nothing less will transform you into a beautiful person inside and out.