We all want to look and feel good about ourselves, from our hair down to the shoes that cover most of our toes, but at what cost. What does it take to make us feel good and where does it all end? What is the bar and who gets to set it. When do you have to accept how you are and learn to love yourself for who you are and not what you can or could look like. There will always be someone better looking, fitter, slimmer, fatter, taller, shorter, bigger, smaller. One person’s gold is another’s silver as the subjective view on societies perception will lead some to the surgeon and some running in the opposite direction. We are all different, driven by the pressures of the society driven media, in all its forms, to aspire to a certain populist look. Some choose to follow, and some choose to shun, with one thing in common; Beauty being in the eye of the beholder.
We should all grow up being told we are beautiful and, whilst it is true, given that your parents and family are the ones that behold the said eye to which your beauty is perceived. We should grow up hearing it, building our confidence, shaping us as we grow and become more exposed to the media surrounding us, the message being delivered, the message that we are not all beautiful. The message that this is beauty and most of us look nothing like it. This is the perfect body and most of us will never have it, unless we spend thousands on fads and gadgets, because most of us have heard the message too many times and compared the message to the reality that stares straight back at you in the mirror from morning till the end of the day. The truth reflector, that which responds without care or concern, without the fluffy edges or consideration, that the fragile ego needs wrapped around it like the arms of a loving mother.
There are some of us who grow up never been told anything other than there is no hope in hell anyone would ever love let alone like an ugly duckling, a fat one to boot. Life isn’t fair and not everyone gets to life a live where they smile going to sleep never concerned about their safety knowing they will wake up happy hungry and soon to be fed. Life isn’t fair and whilst we all navigate through the life we live we all share the same concern about how we are perceived and how we can improve the way we look, whether to fit in, for acceptance, to stand out, be noticed and hopefully make the day better than it was before. It is your cover and it is judged. We are all books, we have stories, they are start they same, can be similar in the middle, and all end the same. We are all books and we all have covers that will be judged; at times what you see it what you get, at times the reader will be surprised but after all it’s a cover, an objective image of a subjective story and how it could possibly turn out.
If you can stand, in front of the mirror, a long upward mirror, naked, with a hangover, after just waking up, and smile cause you alive, then you have better things to worry about. If you cannot do that, then you need to know why you cannot do that. Your body is your body, and like your mind, you can change it, but before you do, you should try and accept it. Everyone has problems. Everyone. There is not one person on this earth who doesn’t have something they are aware of and wish they could change. Its accepting that, what you are aware of, is what makes you, you. For everything else there is always an endless pit of solutions that will provide an improved reflection, some better than others, all at a price. Pay for what you get has never applied more than to the world of cosmetic surgery. Now what time is my hair transplant surgery booked for…