There comes a time in every woman’s life when she considers plastic surgery. You look in the mirror one day and wonder, who the hell is that?
I made the decision a while back, to leave myself alone, and it wasn’t easy, not until I took a serious survey.
Living on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, I’m surrounded by women with the means to treat their faces like beachfront property.
The trouble is, most of them overdo it. I saw a woman recently whose face was so pulled you could have skied down her cheeks. You ask yourself, what doctor did this to her, but apparently it’s more the woman wanting more, more, more.
Then there’s the girl I actually know whose lips look like trampolines, big and lumpy, with so much lipstick that make them look even lumpier. Why pray tell, would you want to look as if you were stung by a swarm of bees?
Jackie Onassis comes to mind who in her 50s had what’s called a little clean-up. She still looked herself, just well rested. At least that’s what you thought when you saw her. Now her sister Lee, is another matter. At 85, she looks like a conga drum.
My face has fallen, there’s no denying it. My chin going south, my eyes crinkling like slanted dark potato chips. I tell myself, when someone really looks at you Susannah, they look at you as a whole, unless it’s someone evil, and yes, they lurk like mean queens celebrating your new nooks and crannies.
One such woman has had three face-lifts and doesn’t look any different, a smoker, those lines around her mouth so deep, despite gallons of Botox, still there.
Okay, her forehead is pretty smooth, like a salad plate, but still the poster putz for plastic, if you ask me, pleading the opposite.
DON’T DO IT—ACCEPT WHO YOU ARE.
I want to be like the singer, Patti Smith, who with the exception of perhaps a bang trim, has done nothing to herself and looks incredibly beautiful—every line earned, eyes that tell stories.
Getting older IS NOT A CRIME—
It’s a privilege, as my late, great friend Jackie used to say.
So we may look as if we did 4 tours in Nam, so what.
Gives, keep your chin up, all new meaning, even if you have to hold it up with your forefingers.