A Keeper!

I've been reading some of the very sad news about Paris Jackson, Michael Jackson's troubled teenaged daughter.  Which led me to think about plastic surgery--of course, right?  That got me started thinking about why anyone would be so disturbed by their own face that they would want to make it unrecognizable to themselves.  I understand wanting to fix a wrinkle or a mole or make a schnoz a bit more diminuitive.  But these surgeries gone wild pictures just have me shaking my head.  And these people still get work-- interviews, television and film roles, hosting opportunities.  I really don't understand it because it is really disturbing to look at:


                                                              This is not better!

Nor is this:

Or this:

That actually looks like four different people.  Weird.

This woman was so beautiful!  What the what?

Then it gets truly outrageous:

He still has great hair!

So this is what "rejuvenated" looks like??!  I'll stay "pre-juvenated", thank you very much.

Umm...no.

And then of course, some things are just frightening.  Warning:  this is not for the faint of heart--

I hope this woman is in therapy.  Seriously.  It's tragic.

I have found find myself scrutinizing my face all the time. If I had the money, I'd get a little botox in my forehead because it's getting a little crinkly.  I'd get a little collagen injected into the scars left from having chicken pox when I was a kid.  Picky, picky, picky.  But this face has never made me cringe, and I love seeing ME everyday.  I don't want to see a stranger in the mirror.  I definitely need to eat better and exercise so that I can be healthier, but after seeing how out of control it can get, I think I'll pass on the procedures. 

I'm a keeper!