Sunday, 8 March 2009
Posted by Sarah Pellew
Its been a funny old weekend.I haven't done much, except do stuff for other people.I feel a bit unfulfilled, but I know that is probably hormonal!!
I did get to thinking though.... It was my birthday this week. On Wednesday I was 45. I had a lovely day with my Man and my boys, took cakes into work and everyone was sweet to me there. I love my birthday and enjoy it each year. Every year seems to be a good one ! Lucky old me!!
I have never been one to get depressed about age and ageing. I have to admit that I am conscious of the way I look and I like make up and clothes, but they are not the be all and end all of my life. I am quite happy to go to work or just out generally with no make up on and I don't buy clothes very often. Yes, I am vain, but not to the point where I hate myself without slap or spend money I haven't got on designer clothes.
I started to wonder this week what I would look like as I age. I still look at my Man as the young, gorgeous thing he was when we first met, but I know he is the same age as me. Will I ever look at him and think " Oh Good Grief!! An old man !!??"Or will he look at me and think " Aaaaah!! An old crone!!"
I know that what he looks like is nice, but not that important to me. Its his soul, his inner self that I love. The wrinkles on his brow are sign posts of places we have been together. So, I look at people in the public eye, who are, after all, just like you and me, but better known, and I wonder why they go down the route of plastic surgery?
I cannot believe that I would ever consider surgery to make myself look younger, better. I know I don't have the perfect body or the perfect face, but the body and face I have are... me. I want to look like me, not a tightened botoxed version of me. Now, if other people want to undergo surgery or other procedures then that is up to them, but I just don't understand it.Would you? Have you? Why do people do it?
Don't they know you can tell? I would rather look like me than have people gazing at my hairline to see where the scars are or not be able to frown.It is such a personal thing, but it gets me that it is becoming more and more " normal". My friend, who is in her early 30's, recently had work done and I was shocked. She is a naturally beautiful woman, but felt she wasn't perfect enough. What struck me was not that her body was imperfect, but that her self confidence was damaged... her self image was not what the rest of us saw.She wanted to be "perfect" for her husband.
Isn't this whole industry of plastic surgery and the race to make ourselves perfect in every way just a massive con? A way to make money from people who are lacking fulfillment and self confidence? Does physical perfection make you a better person? What makes someone beautiful? When I worked in casinos there were many women who, on the surface, were gorgeous, but when you got to know them their beauty did not always last. If their character was ugly it was that that pushed its way to the surface and they became ugly. Beauty, they say, is only skin deep. I think its a shame that we focus so much on the exterior, rather than the interior. When you get to know someone you don't stay friends just because they look lovely, do you? You don't stop being friends if someone isn't on the front cover of Vogue.
Confidence and a smile, care for other people and a face wrinkled in laughter is, to me, far more beautiful than any self obsessed super model, or, come to think of it, any everyday person.