I was disturbed this weekend when I was skimming through Buzzfeed (#productive) and saw a story about a woman who has gotten over $20,000 worth of surgeries so that she can look more like Jennifer Lawrence. I mean, I love JLaw too…but what?
I cannot imagine wanting to look like anyone else in the world but myself.
Don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of people whose looks I can admire. Would I scoff at having Michelle Obama’s arms? No. Would I complain about having Jillian Michaels’ abs? No. Would I complain if I had Beyoncè’s everything-from-the-neck down? Are you crazy?! Absolutely not. But would I want Michelle’s face and body or anyone else’s? No.
I’ve definitely had moments, especially in those frustrating early teenage years, where I just wanted to be cuter. I wanted to be one of those seemingly gorgeous, effortless, popular girls. But even then, I knew that what I wanted was not to be them in full, but to just be a more gorgeous, more effortless version of myself.
Today, having exited that horribly awkward time of life, I have a much greater sense of self. Still now, I would never want to look like anyone else.
I get up every morning and look in the mirror, and I know that although what I see is sometimes a little tired, a little smudgy with makeup I didn’t quite take off the day before, or a little imperfect, what I see in the mirror is me. It’s the same face in the photos of my childhood, it’s the same face I’ll have into the future.
Although I currently have no desire for any cosmetic surgery, I can understand having a nose job or chin implants or all sorts of those procedures, should you decide you want them. But I cannot understand wanting to look like someone else in full.
Who knows. At some point in the future I might chop off my hair and dye it brown. I might decide to only wear black eye makeup and get twenty ear piercings. But at least at the end of the day I’d look in the mirror and still know that under everything, I see me. Not Jennifer Lawrence, not anyone else.
I think the most curious part of the story for me is that this woman has a daughter. How do you explain to your child why you’ve gotten $20,000 of plastic surgery to look like someone else while encouraging her to be herself? Interesting.
How do you feel about the Jennifer Lawrence look-alike? Do you feel that your face is part of who you are, or is it of less importance to you?
Have a wonderful Monday!