Plastic surgery. I have never understood the concept of artificially altering one’s appearance. Maybe organically altering yourself, sure. Many times have I been swayed by cultural pressure, and, bouncing back-and-forth between the gym and the ice-cream section at the grocery store, realized that my appearance had been altered, (sometimes for the better, sometimes not.) But surgically removing something natural, or inserting something foreign just boggles my mind. Honestly.
I’m not saying those who have partaken are inherently wrong, or sinful. Please, don’t feel judged. It’s just that I hurt for women who have felt so unloved because of their appearance; to the point of giving silicone or plastic a “forever home” under their flesh!
Dolly Parton. I mean, was it an accident, or did she look in the mirror and say to herself, “these would be so much more lovely if they were bigger than my head.”
And all the facial reconstruction! I mean, forgive me, but I always thought the beauty of being unique is that no one else on earth looks exactly like you. But when every other person is getting their nose trimmed, cheek bones implanted, face lifted, and forehead botoxed, why is it any surprise that everyone has begun to look like clones? Similar to clothing styles, many people are now following “face shape trends.” Does this not freak anyone else out?
All that’s missing: a duck-faced, iPhone, mirror-selfie, with our heads all cocked to the same side. Guess what, it takes WORK to be original. (But not as much work as the Octo-mom… please.) And most of the work was already done for you.
Not all of you may share the same belief, but I believe that you were CREATED, in God’s image. That means you weren’t an accident. No part of you was. He planned you, just the way He wanted you, each flaw for a purpose. My body is far from perfect, but each imperfection exercises my patience, character, love for others, and -news flash- these are all good traits. Traits that other people like, and are drawn to.
Now, I haven’t said anything about medical intervention, so please don’t put words in my mouth [or fingers?]. Burn care, scar tissue, birth defects…. in my book these are more noble causes. But even in some extreme cases, the patient is confused after the operation, (particularly adults) and left feeling separated from themselves when they see an entirely different person in the mirror. Talk about an identity crisis. But, that’s not really the topic under discussion here.
Can it be, that in effort to make ourselves more appealing, we’re losing what made us, us to begin with?