By Ellen Squires
Time Magazine’s feature article a few weeks back was about plastic surgery. The argument? Pretty soon, plastic surgery will be the new norm, accepted by all and used by many. The author believed that liposuction and Botox would become as ubiquitous as makeup, just another mainstream way to coerce our bodies into being something different than what they really are.
Maybe the author was right, and maybe not. But what I do know is this: that’s certainly not the path for me. As someone who rarely uses even makeup, perhaps I’m a little biased. But here’s my rationale: when I’m tired, I believe the dark circles under my eyes are an indication that I should sleep more. Why hide them? When a smattering of acne peaks through on my forehead, it usually means I’m stressed. Why obscure it with cover-up and pretend like I’m not? These outward signs are pointing to a need to care for my body, to get more sleep or to take a deep breath, and I’m grateful for the reminder they provide.
My feelings about more extreme modifications, like plastic surgery, are similar. I’m young now, but when I age and my body starts to show it, I want to wear my wrinkles with pride, a symbol of the wisdom that comes with all the years I’ve lived. I want be comfortable with the shape that my body becomes, perhaps more droopy because I had kids and still enjoy the richness of food. Of course it’s easy to say now, but I want to love my body in all of its stages, and to demonstrate this love by leaving it in the form that it’s in. And I think the time to start practicing this is now, because I’ve heard that habits that form in our twenties are the ones that stick.
I don’t judge others who wear makeup or get plastic surgery, but I know it’s not for me. And even if plastic surgery becomes the new norm, as the Time article claimed, I don’t think I’ll convert. I want to embrace my dark circles, sleep a little bit more, and just be me. Because the me without adjustments is the me I want to be.