Yes, I want sprinkles.
No, not those kind of sprinkles.
Getting close but not quite….
Sprinkles. Usually when you think sprinkles you think of the little crunchy, festive orbs of sugar that make your cupcake or ice cream THAT much better. Not in this case.
I’m talking about the “sprinkles” that the actress Robin Wright referred to in an interview. When asked about her appearance she attributed it to getting “sprinkles.” Sprinkles, in this case, being strategic and light handed injections of Botox or its equivalent.
It’s not so much that I want to look younger. I had a complete stranger turn around while he was making his popcorn order and tell me, “I just had to say, you look beautiful tonight.” To which, I said… “Thank you!” then quickly left it at that because my go to is usually some form of a this-old-thing-ism. As I write this, I’m thinking about how low-lit the lobby is and…….you know the rest. *sigh*
So if it’s not youth I’m after then what? How about not wanting to look so bedraggled. You know how you see some people and instantly think, “she/he has had a rough life?” I don’t want to be on the receiving end of that thought.
Then again, do I really want to find self-satisfaction in a needle? Shouldn’t I just be okay with how I look?
Did you see Frances McDormand at the Emmy awards? She instantly became a hero in my eyes. Hair looked like she rolled out of bed, little makeup if any….. the epitome of “I don’t give two f***ks……”
“but I did win two emmys! So suck it Hollywood.” At least that’s kinda how my acceptance speech would go.
I think I also worry about what kind of message am I sending my girls? I want them to be comfortable in their own skin and be proud of who they are inside and out. Am I a fraud if I choose to cheat time with a needle?
What if there were Kardashian kind of consequences? Would my beautiful little baby girl decide that her natural born looks weren’t good enough at 18?
Come to think of it, the future is a scary place if it’s filled with plumped up lips and unemotional visages. Like a Real Housewives of OCNYATLBH reunion.
I think I’ll shelve the needle for the time being. I have way more important things to think about………like choosing a Halloween costume. Should I go as sexy santitation worker…..sexy lunch lady….sexy crime scene cleaner? Apparently you can sexify anything these days.
Actually, I’m thinking of going this direction:
That’s more like it. Max who?