More and more people are getting "fixed" and I don't mean having their reproductive organs removed, but rather altering their appearances via surgery and sadly more and more of these people are teens.
When we think back on our teenage years, even those of us who felt popular and good looking can relate to feeling self conscious about one or more aspect of our physical appearance. For me the seventh grade was rough. I was chunky, had zits every where,and as icing on the cake, greasy hair in an outdated style. Miraculously, at the beginning of the eighth things changed. My hair had grown during the summer and I was taller and had shed some of my chubbiness by spending a lot of time on the trampoline during the summer. I started wearing makeup and on picture day I wore a pink pirate silky shirt and fluffed my bangs as high as I could get them to go. All day that day I basked in the compliments like a sea elephant in the sun. I was so totally hot.
I recently pulled this picture out to show my teens who burst out laughing.... I was so totally offended. But I suppose they had good reason for their explosion of laughter.The hair was ... Halloween-ish, the makeup, too black, the shirt .. grandma's closet, and the expression.. Barney. Still I looked younger and thinner and my mind enjoyed the trip back in time to when my boobs didn't look like old fruit waiting impatiently to fall off the tree.
Well guess what teens? Now you don't ever have to look back and cringe at old high school photo's. Just make an appointment and get a cute little button nose with tiny nostrils, your ankles liposuctioned, forehead implants, and your toes lengthened for optimal toe cleavage, hey you can even spite your mother by getting your belly button removed( the newest trend in Beverly Hills).
I believe that the humility we learn as we experience teenage awkwardness is imperative to becoming better adults that are more able to handle life's disappointments and maybe even have a good chuckle at our own expense occasionally.
When we think back on our teenage years, even those of us who felt popular and good looking can relate to feeling self conscious about one or more aspect of our physical appearance. For me the seventh grade was rough. I was chunky, had zits every where,and as icing on the cake, greasy hair in an outdated style. Miraculously, at the beginning of the eighth things changed. My hair had grown during the summer and I was taller and had shed some of my chubbiness by spending a lot of time on the trampoline during the summer. I started wearing makeup and on picture day I wore a pink pirate silky shirt and fluffed my bangs as high as I could get them to go. All day that day I basked in the compliments like a sea elephant in the sun. I was so totally hot.
I recently pulled this picture out to show my teens who burst out laughing.... I was so totally offended. But I suppose they had good reason for their explosion of laughter.The hair was ... Halloween-ish, the makeup, too black, the shirt .. grandma's closet, and the expression.. Barney. Still I looked younger and thinner and my mind enjoyed the trip back in time to when my boobs didn't look like old fruit waiting impatiently to fall off the tree.
Well guess what teens? Now you don't ever have to look back and cringe at old high school photo's. Just make an appointment and get a cute little button nose with tiny nostrils, your ankles liposuctioned, forehead implants, and your toes lengthened for optimal toe cleavage, hey you can even spite your mother by getting your belly button removed( the newest trend in Beverly Hills).
I believe that the humility we learn as we experience teenage awkwardness is imperative to becoming better adults that are more able to handle life's disappointments and maybe even have a good chuckle at our own expense occasionally.
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And we all know what these "fixed up" teens grow up to be...Stacy's Mom, of course. *shudder*
But seriously, there is so much wrong with the uber-appearance-oriented types because unless you plan on dying young, you're going to be ugly someday. Plastic surgery might buy you a few years but there are NO sexy 50-year-old women. period. And then what are you - a self-centered ugly person. ugly.
Oh yeah, and what's with the "...so totally", Ambie? Your teenagers are rubbing off on you. You need to get out more.
hey ! it was to add to the teenager- ness of the post. ..... save me..
Remember, Girls, yesterday's 50 is today's 40! But that still makes me 56. Sigh...
...and a very dignified 56 it is, mom. If that really is you, mom. I'm glad that blog commenting is now among your technical skills. Excellent.
Faith, welcome to the bog... I mean blog. Your parenting advice will be appreciated. Hey do you have any coping skills you'd like to share that you may have developed when dealing with emotional teenage girls? I think my hair is starting to fall out.
Since I am about to turn 50, I just have to resent your comment about how there aren't any sexy 50 year old women, Ray! Once I put on the push up bra and girdle, I am one pretty sexy old broad!!
Great post! I am saddened when I see the lengths that some women will go to to stay young looking. The saddest thing is that they are starting it in their teens and twenties.
I'm off to check my closet to see where the words are on my jeans!!
It's true that Cheryl is pretty hot Ray. I think your going to have to up your age of sexy-ness to perhaps 70?
Okay, Cheryl. I propose a truce. I will admit to the world that you are one smokin' hot grandma as long as it is a dignified, meaning well covered, hotness. (I'm just jealous that your bra has something to push-up)
You are not about to turn 50!! Not a year over 39, surely.
Toe cleavage? really? weird. and the belly button removal thing. how strange would that look? but sadly it is become more and more of just an average thing. i knew a girl in high school that for an graduation present her mom got her a boob job. graduates hunny!
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