This woman was visibly uncomfortable, bequeathing me with terse responses, constantly trying to change the subject. She spoke freely though of her two famous ex husbands and her rock star friends, and the cover she did for Playboy. She droned on about all the plastic surgery she had in order to ensure she wakes up in the morning looking as if she's ready for a party. She didn't ask me anything about myself, she didn't pause for a breath. Beneath all the pomp and artificial perfection I was able to get a glimpse of the insecurities she was trying so hard to suppress. All the surgeries, all the eminance she obtained while trying to conceal her true self left such a visible scar, one that was impossible to hide. It was obvious she was airbrushed, and not just in print.
Suddenly, her superficial beauty started to melt away before me, and all I saw was a scared, unhappy little girl, one who thought of herself as ugly. It's easy to get caught up in the illusion that the image we project on the outside, one slathered with masks and makeup, can fool others, and from a distance, it seems to work. This pretense quickly dissolves whenever we're encouraged to speak, since it's our language and our behavior that expose the truth. I love that many models and celebrities are now revealing their true faces, clean of any makeup. I love that some of the most beautiful actresses on the screen are rejecting plastic surgery. It gives the public a chance to see that beneath all the artistry, they are no different than us. It brings them down from the stage we assign them to and makes them more human, and this makes them more relatable. These are incredibly poised women who are happy with themselves and their lives. Their confidence radiates and gives them a distinctive beauty, one that can't be bought.
We all know at least one woman who, by society's standards, is not exceptionally beautiful, yet she has a light within her that attracts many people, especially men. We all equally know at least one woman who puts all her efforts into her appearance, yet is lonely and unhappy. I sometimes see the woman I recently met around town. Even though she's always looking glamorous, she always appears meloncholic, and she's never friendly. She pretends she doesn't know me, and perhaps, she just doesn't remember me since she never invested any time in finding out anything about me. Sadly, what she doesn't realize is that if she took the time to swipe away the shallowness and focused on loving and accepting that little girl inside of her she seems to be punishing, she could be a truly beautiful woman, both on the inside and out.