And actually – to a women, it’s worked out GREAT for them.
I am thinking of one lady in particular
cracking body, lovely face, lots of fun
but didn’t like her modest,
post breastfeeding chesticles.
So she had them enhanced,
felt happier
– what’s the problem?
Ummm.
Absolutely nothing whatsoever!
S’all good
(I would love us to live in a World where
softer, less perky jugs were celebrated and appreciated
in much the same way as the Zeppelin style ones are…
but alas..)
There is, however, a certain brand of PERFECT celebrity
with the falsies, the botox, the capped teeth, the perfect make-up
and eyelashes….that seem to elicit
a general murmur of annoyance in us normal women.
(Not knocking Botox – If someone wants to buy me some for Xmas
I seriously won’t send it back.)
Similar with the blow dried, cheesy, All-American, permatanned
uber-professional Have a Great Day anchorman, …
It all LOOKS like it should be great…
but we can’t connect with it.
Where ARE you in there?
Who are YOU?
Knock Knock…
Whilst we strive for their ‘perfect’ look
– truth is, we don’t trust it, deep down
They are like Disney Humans, airbrushed, well-lit,
photo-shopped and styled
so the rest of us come off as wobbly, spotty,
knackered, imposter, shambles.