|You can buy this version via HSN. The model looks pretty delighted.|
The post got me thinking about how far we'll go to "perfect" our faces and bodies, to make them more palatable to the world at large (no pun intended!). We all have our Bridge Too Far, I think, that place we will not go, that discomfort we will not bear for the sake of conventional beauty.
I don't own a single compression garment, for example. No control-top hose or Spanx or middle-slimmers. But I am pretty thin, so I realize I don't have a dog in that fight. If I had a little more flesh on me, would I endure those squeezy things? Probably not; I usually tear off my regular tights, along with shoes, watch, earrings, belt, and rings within sixty seconds of walking through the door.
But I'll suffer other discomforts for "beauty": I have bleached my teeth, plucked my brows, lasered some brown spots and (once upon a time) straightened my hair. For me, these completely unnecessary procedures seem/ed worth the pain and expense. So I clearly buy into the advertising-fueled belief that "natural" isn't acceptable. I pay to color the gray in my hair (financial pain counts!) because I believe my natural gray isn't as attractive.
We've all got our limits, our Bridges Too Far. For me, it's constrictive underwear. For you, it may be expensive hair color. I'd love to hear what you think. No wrong answers, we're all working this out.
|The Forth Road Bridge in Scotland|