Isobel1965
Gold Member
Did anyone see it last night??
It was a documentary following two young women and a fella. One of the women had 'forced' her family to spend 65grand on plastic surgery for her, as she couldn't function because she felt too ugly without it (after a skin condition, I think).
The second woman was absolutely gorgeous, sexy voice, highly intelligent etc but wore very thick makeup and covered her face with her hair, as she thought she looked like a man. Both woman, I might add, were complete skinny minnies!!
The fella wore shades all the time as he thought he had huge black rings under his eyes - he didn't. He was fine!
It was absolutely fascinating and appalling to see how what they thought of themselves affected their everyday life and tbh crippled them. The fella who was making the programme, Emeka, was fabulous at encouraging the people to take each more 'adventurous' step and two out of three of them made huge progress, which was delightful.
I sat and watched it with my bloke and we were both saying - oh poor people, what are they on about, they're gorgeous! - when I realised that some of what they were doing, saying wasn't so strange to me after all.
If I had to walked down the street with NO foundation or eye makeup on, I couldn't look anyone in the eye.
I would want to wear sunglasses and a hat.
I would try to hide my eyes behind my hair as much as possible.
If I lost my makeup bag, I would PANIC and have to send someone to the shop to get me replacements.
No man has ever seen me without mascara. No man ever will.
When I look at myself without foundation and eye makeup, I don't see a 42 year old woman. I see me as the chubby faced, rosy-red cheeked fat girl who was crippled with embarrassment because she was so ugly and huge when compared with her dainty classmates (except this child has now got appalling wrinkles!).
My confidence comes purely from wearing my makeup. I know that I can look ok when I've got my mask of defence on. But, this is one of the reasons that I hate going to the hairdressers - that I'm forced to sit for hours, trying to avoid my face in the mirror that's confronting me. I cannot look in that mirror if anyone's talking to me, as I am horrified at the way my lips twist when I'm talking.
This is all so 'natural' to me that I was surprised when my fella looked concerned when I was discussing it (although I suppose, I've never really talked about it before) - it just made me wonder how many of us felt like I do?
It's not just me, is it????
xxx
It was a documentary following two young women and a fella. One of the women had 'forced' her family to spend 65grand on plastic surgery for her, as she couldn't function because she felt too ugly without it (after a skin condition, I think).
The second woman was absolutely gorgeous, sexy voice, highly intelligent etc but wore very thick makeup and covered her face with her hair, as she thought she looked like a man. Both woman, I might add, were complete skinny minnies!!
The fella wore shades all the time as he thought he had huge black rings under his eyes - he didn't. He was fine!
It was absolutely fascinating and appalling to see how what they thought of themselves affected their everyday life and tbh crippled them. The fella who was making the programme, Emeka, was fabulous at encouraging the people to take each more 'adventurous' step and two out of three of them made huge progress, which was delightful.
I sat and watched it with my bloke and we were both saying - oh poor people, what are they on about, they're gorgeous! - when I realised that some of what they were doing, saying wasn't so strange to me after all.
If I had to walked down the street with NO foundation or eye makeup on, I couldn't look anyone in the eye.
I would want to wear sunglasses and a hat.
I would try to hide my eyes behind my hair as much as possible.
If I lost my makeup bag, I would PANIC and have to send someone to the shop to get me replacements.
No man has ever seen me without mascara. No man ever will.
When I look at myself without foundation and eye makeup, I don't see a 42 year old woman. I see me as the chubby faced, rosy-red cheeked fat girl who was crippled with embarrassment because she was so ugly and huge when compared with her dainty classmates (except this child has now got appalling wrinkles!).
My confidence comes purely from wearing my makeup. I know that I can look ok when I've got my mask of defence on. But, this is one of the reasons that I hate going to the hairdressers - that I'm forced to sit for hours, trying to avoid my face in the mirror that's confronting me. I cannot look in that mirror if anyone's talking to me, as I am horrified at the way my lips twist when I'm talking.
This is all so 'natural' to me that I was surprised when my fella looked concerned when I was discussing it (although I suppose, I've never really talked about it before) - it just made me wonder how many of us felt like I do?
It's not just me, is it????
xxx
