Growing up, I was one of the lucky teenagers who never battled with spots or acne. My skin was clear, and despite eating junk food sometimes, remained like a blank canvass. The same cannot be said for my waistline. While I saw others battle with facial cleansers, I was attempting to figure out why I didn’t look like everyone else. What I didn’t realise, was that it was this same question that everyone else was pondering themselves.
Actress Renee Zellweger had hit headlines this week following a drastic change appearance with changes made to her. The social media have had a field day. Comments being thrown about left, right and centre. Some claim she looks worse and has ruined her face. Others question why. The only comment that I have made so far was that she looked like a different person. It saddens me that even now, when we’re more accepting of different body types and appearances, women feel the need to change themselves so drastically. Yet, if it takes surgery to make a woman feel good about herself, then so be it?
I’m often asked why I wear make-up on my skin. Why would I go to the trouble of it when my skin looks fresh, clear and youthful? Often I get asked the same about fake-tan. The truth, it’s confidence. I can happily go without foundation and powder, but try and take away my eye-makeup kit and you shall have a fight on your hands. You can tell me I’m beautiful without make-up on, you can say I look radiant. It will not change the fact that I will still wear it. I see photos of myself without it and I look washed-out and tired, not an image I wish to portray. If it takes a few layers and lines to make me feel good about my appearance, then I’ll do it. I will rise earlier, and spend what it takes. I’m not the only one out there. It’s not about looking good for men. It’s about looking good for me. As I sit here and type I need a shower and I have no make-up on. On the scale of 1-10 I feel about 5 out of 10. While I can’t say that make-up and nice clothes would help me to feel one hundred per cent better, they could possibly help. We all have our tricks and tools. Some of us straighten our hair, others curl it. Some spend time applying makeup, to help them get out the door. Many women wear push-up and padded bra in an attempt to achieve a fuller bust. Can’t forget about the spanx (AKA, suck in knickers) to give off the allure that we have a slimmer waist.
Some seek no solace in of the methods mentioned and choose the route of surgery. Liposuction, tummy tucks, breast implants and reductions, lifts here and there, bum implants, the list is endless. While we are quick to condemn these women and say that they look fake, what would we rather. That they suffered and did nothing? If you’re unhappy with your boyfriend, you say something to him. If you don’t like a certain food, you don’t eat it. We all have choices to make, and our happiness should come first. If choosing to alter her face made Renee Zellweger happy, then that’s that. Yes, she does look drastically different, but she probably feels different also, happier I hope.
As someone who hasn’t always been happy in her skin, I have truly learned to embrace my body. I have breasts, a bum, thighs, hips and not forgetting a stomach. Yes, my face may look odd without makeup, and I may look alarmingly youthful, but I feel lucky that I am happy with it. Changing your body is easier than changing your face. Waking up in the morning is difficult enough for the majority of us without looking in the mirror and disliking what stares back at them.
Don’t condemn Renee Zellweger for what she did, look at the possible deeper issue and see that was the cause of unhappiness for her. This notion that Bridget Jones won’t be the same is, partially true, but perhaps it will bring a new side to Bridget. We have so many sides to ourselves that are not yet explored. Just because her appearance is difference, the person that was and is still remains. It reminds me of when I had facial piercings, and my mum would cringe sometimes looking at me. Nothing changed about me because there was a ring in my lip and once it was gone, I was still the same person.
Change in life in inevitable, appearance or otherwise. Embrace it, and stay true to yourself, padded bras, concealer et all.