. . . I thought as I looked at the selfies I took at the salon after I got my hair trimmed. I’m growing my hair out from a very short pixie into a short bob, because I was bored with the pixie and also because I wanted to save money by only going to the salon once a month. It’s a little, privately owned salon with two stylists and “dry” haircuts cost me $12. I get a discount because I’ve been going there for six years. . . . but I digress.
But I told my mom this afternoon that my faced is shaped weird. She said, “No, it’s not, it’s oval shaped.” Because I have one of those moms who always tells me everything looks/is fine/good/great, I spent way too much time obsessing over the shape of my face tonight. (That’s one of my OCD symptoms.) Then I realized that I live in a world where many women my age have some kind of cosmetic surgery or enhancement. There’s nothing wrong with that. There’s also nothing wrong with not having cosmetic surgery or enhancement. I’d like to have some cosmetic dental work. Heck, I’d like to go to the dentist and have the filling I lost replaced . . . but I digress.
I see perfect or almost perfect people on TV and online every day. I see so much anti-aging work done on middle-aged faces that I started thinking there was something wrong with my face. What happened to my face is that I got older and gained weight. When I was underweight because I was sick, my face was “perfect.” Now it’s heavier, and I have dimples. And I’m okay with that. So if you find yourself thinking that your face looks odd, remember that cosmetic surgery is the norm now . . . or so they’d like us to think.