On a first note, I realized my post contents are always pretty jumbled up. A little bit of this, a little bit of that. Reminds me of the Powerpuff Girls.
Anyway, to start it off, I'd like to express my utmost gratitude to my stepfather, who bought me this gorgeous pink Macbook cover from the States. We ordered it on eBay, and the quality isn't as good though the price was a staggering S$50 for 2 pieces of pink plastic. Nonetheless, it's really pretty. So all we can hope for now is for the plastic to live and not crack for as long as time permits. :3
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Being a fan of beauty, I've always wanted to go for plastic surgery. And I believe even at this young age when I can't even support myself with a stable income (gosh, I'm still schooling), many other young girls want the exact same thing.
Girls, being girls, we'll never get enough. No matter how many times people tell us that we're perfect the way we are, we'll never think ourselves as perfect, because there'll forever be this part of us being the ugly one, the imperfect one, the one that needs to be worked on. Noses too flat, lips too thin, eyes too small, cheekbones too undefined, anything, everything. And whenever we express our intentions to go under the knife to correct these physical errors, we get slammed.
People telling us we don't need it, bombarding us on the cons of plastic surgery. But it's just ironic, isn't it? When they tell you that, at the same time they're going crazy over celebrities with painfully beautiful facial features. Take for example, Ben (I'm sorry I couldn't resist). He loves Katy Perry. And no doubt, who doesn't? Those huge, deep silverish-green pair of eyes and noses so sharp and prominent, tell me, which girl doesn't hope that they can be Katy for a day, or for the rest of their lives? Of course, I don't know if Katy has went for plastic surgery herself and I am definitely not implying that she had went for one by mentioning her in this post. I'm just trying to prove how beautiful people like her makes us, the uglier ones, stop dead in our tracks, admire her every feature and curve, and then look back and scrutinize ourselves and say, "How the fuck did I turn out like this?" Neither am I trying to say that all girls should go for plastic surgery just to look like their boyfriends' favourite female celebrity for their sake, because that is plain dumb and that girl should just jump of a building, you disgraced the whole female population for being such a dog to your boyfriend. What I meant is, even if your boyfriend doesn't like your new look, who gives a damn? You're much prettier now, the boys will start flooding in. Who cares about what you think then, loser ex?
Generally, people think that we go for plastic surgery just to look pretty. True that, since the main purpose of going for one is to look better than your present self. What people don't see is the aftermath, the confidence we can get from our better looks, even walking down Orchard Road will feel so much better with the stares of admiration instead of mockery. I can get so much more confidence from my looks alone, not to mention my figure which will lead me to my next big worry (another girl issue, it's pretty obvious). Actually, I'm more concerned with my figure than my looks. Ah well. Maybe I'm just another superficial bitch who rants all day about how fat she is while putting a spoonful of rice into her mouth. Ironic much, no?
I shall drop plastic surgery and come back to it on another day. Too much things to consider.
I really feel like copying certain parts of her post and paste it here, Ben. You know who I'm referring to.
Because everything she said was so true. So fucking true. Most of the girls out there who thinks the way I do are fully in the know what we're getting ourselves into and what is exactly wrong with our mindset. But we can't help it. We just can't.
We're not born this way. We're not born to be so concerned with the way we look, with our figure, and with our body weight. I'm not blaming anyone here, but it's the truth. The magazines are flooded with so many runway models it looks like they're running a huge model flea market. Celebrities on TV clad in revealing clothing, flaunting their tiny legs and tiny arms. Tabloids with headings saying that Britney Spears had gained dozens of pounds when she is just my size. How can I not feel fat? How can I still feel comfortable with myself and my body when the standards of beauty are being set by the global media that's so rampant? We never ever see celebrities whose sizes are actually bigger than Hilary Duff (and she became horribly thin after she matured from Lizzie Mcguire).
And you have reporters making comparisons of 'before' and 'after' shots of these stars. You see them flashing headlines with the 'thin' word always bolded. But you will never see some form of advice in their entries telling the teen girls not to follow in their footsteps and be happy with your current self. No, because being thin is a pawn for the media to thrive. Alright, that sounds a little weird, but nevermind, I doubt many people will read this entry anyway so my own understanding would suffice. Anyway, when girls idolize these stars, naturally they wanna be like them. They wanna do what these stars do. So, my Hilary went from 130 pounds to a mere 100, I shall do that too! Because we have too many negative role models being portrayed as the right ones, too many young girls trying to be somebody they're not. And I don't deny that I'm one of them.
This is just depressing.
