When I read that former model Linda Evangelista was suing Zeltiq Aesthetics for what she claims to be a sloppy fat removal procedure, all I could think of was, if she can’t accept that she is getting older, surely she can afford a therapist to help her cope with this? After all, she was quoted in Vogue three decades ago as saying she didn’t wake up for less than $ 10,000 a day.
I didn’t realize this when I was younger and struggled with my self-image, but not being able to meet society’s standards of beauty and sex appeal is a problem. gift.
However, if the problem is in fact that she is desperate to stay in the public eye, there is a much better option that doesn’t risk cosmetic surgery going wrong: She could turn into a spokesperson for the Support Aging Gracefully movement. (SAG). His first campaign could focus on the risks inherent in cosmetic procedures, which include endless death, disfigurement, and mockery in the public arena from people like me.
Granted, that wouldn’t be as glamorous as the modeling stuff she did 30 years ago, but how many of us are doing exactly what we were doing 30 years ago? Life changes. We change. To paraphrase the Serenity Prayer, there is wisdom in accepting what we cannot change. (And while a plastic surgeon can change it, the plight of Evangelista and other celebrities who fall victim to poorly done procedures provides a compelling argument as to why we shouldn’t do it.)
Sloppy plastic surgery is the most tangible proof that natural aging is a healthier option, not only physically, but emotionally. I’m a fan of actress Jamie Lee Curtis’ approach to aging, an approach she took after going through labor that she says has now done more harm than good. As she told More Magazine in 2002, she didn’t look or feel better, and she found herself addicted to the Vicodin that the doctor prescribed her for an eye job that didn’t. wasn’t even that painful.
Curtis posed au naturel in More 19 years ago because she wanted to show readers what she really looked like: a woman in her 40s with “really big breasts and a little soft fat stomach” and thighs that weren’t “great”. In other words, not the specimen of physical perfection that she portrayed as an aerobics instructor in the 1985 movie “Perfect” when she was in her mid-twenties.
I was never a perfect 10 myself, an awareness that chipped away at my confidence from the time I was a chubby prepubescent. Snotty comments like the one Evangelista made to Vogue were yet another unwelcome reminder that I hadn’t won the genetic lottery.
I resented the way she fired those of us who had no choice but to get out of bed for far less than a model’s pay. At the time, I was a recent MFA graduate who brought home just over $ 10,000 (per year, not per day) to teach 8:30 a.m. lecture writing and English classes. freshman at the Ivy Leaguers, many of whom shared Evangelista’s feelings about waking up. up early.
If I had had long limbs and perfectly sculpted cheekbones, maybe someone would have offered to pay me millions to preen me on camera in fancy designer clothes. Given my build, teaching was a more realistic option. And considering the latest titles on Evangelista, I’m grateful.
There’s a part of me now that pities Evangelista – and Paulina Porizkova and Madonna and the other 50 and 60-year-old women who were seen as role models of beauty and sex appeal when I was an adult and are now in the process of to understand the reality that they are no longer seen as vital and attractive. Back then, I was struggling with my self-esteem because I knew I would never reach the standard they set. Today, they are the ones who are struggling.
Maybe by the early ’80s, they’ll have realized what Jane Fonda has: that it’s time to stop looking for acceptance through surgery and try to find it by looking inside. It’s not going to be easy, as Fonda acknowledged, but I certainly admire her for trying, especially in a culture that places such importance on how we look rather than who we are.
I didn’t realize this when I was younger and struggled with my self-image, but not being able to meet society’s standards of beauty and sex appeal is a problem. gift. I had a choice between wasting time hating and trying to change myself, or accepting myself for who I was and focusing on my talents and abilities.
As I have built a marriage, a family, a network of friends and a career, I have come to understand that my self-esteem depends a lot less on my appearance than on how I feel about myself. myself. And how I feel about myself is dictated by a constellation of factors, the most important of which are my relationships with family, friends and community.
I hope that Evangelista will obtain the satisfaction that she seeks with this trial. But more importantly, I hope she finds peace and acceptance no matter what she looks like. No amount of money can buy this.