I recently got a friend request on social media by an old acquaintance. I recognized the name, but I did not recognize the face. Now, I do understand that most of us look different than we did twenty or thirty years ago, but it’s because we have a few more wrinkles or gray hair. This person is older than me, but she looked so photo shopped and filtered, that she didn’t even look like an older version of herself! Why? Who was she trying to fool? Is she that insecure with herself that she can’t admit that she is now thirty years older than the last time I saw her? Doesn’t she like herself?
This morning on one of the morning shows, they discussed an app to fix your face. I get it. It makes sense to get rid of blemishes, or a few wrinkles sometimes. But when you’ve lengthened your chin, widened your eyes, raised your cheekbones, narrowed your nose, slimmed your thighs, etc, you no longer look like yourself! The image you are putting out there is fake. Not only are you putting out a fake physical image of yourself, but it tells me that your personality is also fake, or dishonest because you’re trying to be something you’re not.
I’m not talking about super models and actors being photo shopped and have their cellulite smoothed. Looking beautiful is their job. But it does put pressure on “real” people to try to age the same way. Too much focus is on this, and not on what really counts…..beautiful hearts!
Do I wish I looked younger? Of course! But I am glad I know what I know about life at this age! My wrinkles and the 10 extra pounds I’ve gained in twenty years are my scars that represent personal and spiritual growth. I’ve always had a bit of a problem being a door mat, but as I’ve grown older (and wiser….and more wrinkled), I am better at standing up for myself. I know I don’t have to take abuse from anyone, and I know I don’t have to kiss anyone’s butt to be liked. Sure, it hurts when people don’t like me, but I know I can’t do anything about it. I take pride in the fact that I always try to be nice and understanding. For the most part, I like me!
I will not be fake. My personality is not fake, and neither is my face. I’m not so insecure that I feel the need to alter my appearance to where I am unrecognizable. I am me. I will always be me, even with my wrinkles! I’m not a super model, nor do I try to look like one (my legs are too short anyway!). I’d rather be recognized for the good things I do, my sense of humor, generosity, and kindness. So if you see a picture of me on social media, it’s all the real me. And….as for the lady who sent me a friend request? Well, I didn’t accept it. I don’t know that person.