school blew my mind today.
they had a plastic surgeon come in and tell us ALL about every kind of face lift, tummy tuck, and liposuction. they showed us raw photo's of a nose job, which i'm proud to say, i looked at without a wince. but when we went into breast implants, the next thing i know theres boobes all over the projector screen. last time i checked, i dont like looking at boobes, and i'm more into guys. you know, like MEN.
i understand that it was pure education, but to have multiple images of womens breasts plasered in my mind isn't my idea of an education. it just straight up disgusts me.
they then went on to botox.
do you know that botox is a toxin that paralyzes whatever muscle you inject it into.
you want a nice firm face? just grab your cheek, get a syringe filled of botox, stab that needle right up in there, and just put that toxin straight into your muscle, and BAM! paralyzed for two to six months. sounds fun, doesnt it?
the surgeon announces that him and his assistants will be back on saturday to do botox injections for a smashing deal of $9 a vile. dont get too excited. it takes about 27 viles to do a complete botox injection in the eye area alone. so it's about $243 for a botox injection on not two eyes, but ONE. they then let us know, that they'll be doing consultations for plastic surgery on saturday as well.
the next part makes me sick. girls MY age, 18 year olds, are running around like chickens with their heads cut off, saying their going to get liposuction, a face lift, a nose job, whatever it takes to make them what the world thinks is "beautiful."
i'm going to BEAUTY school, not "come and let us paralyze and hammer your face until its how it "should" be" school. as if the billboards all over utah didnt give me the hint that plastic surgery is getting bigger and bigger every minute, but the fact that young girls can be convinced in a single presentation that they're not beautiful, breaks my heart. to all the girls reading this, never let the world convince you that you are less then what you are. because what you are is amazing. no matter how big or little you are, short or tall, blonde or brunette, or... redheaded, albino or black, size twelve shoe, or size five and a half. beauty has no limits or molds. so put the diet book down, and go practice smiling at yourself in the mirror. oh, throw away all of those magazines too. scott would always get mad at me for buying any kind of magazine. always telling me that they rot girls minds. making them think if they're not a size zero, their a nobody. and he was right. i always felt like i needed to look exactly like whoever was on the cover of seventeen, until i read an artical about kelly clarkson. yes, kelly clarkson. they were asking her about a picture of herself highlighted in a magazine. her response was, "she's beautiful, whoever she is. but thats not really me." its amazing what kind of editing is done to every single picture in any magazine or advertisement. stop comparing yourself to fake, computer generated clones. be different, be beautiful, be YOU.
okkaayyyyyy. i'm done preaching now.
a guy from the ward, richard, invited me to go with him and his cousin to a coffee shop tonight to watch one of his friends from california play on the geeetaaarr. which was amazing. he writes some of his own music, and sang covers to a few songs. totally blew my mind. plus the free white hot chocolate i was sipping on was delicious. (thanks richard.) there was another guy that played, which was again.. amazing! he was a man version of taylor swift. but in the body of a sexy lumberjack. he sang the funniest break up song. totally bashed a girl. held nothing back, i loved it. my favorite line was..."you love all of my music, and i bet you're loving this one right now too." (or something like that), as he continued to roast her. then there was a little thang who sounded EXACTLY like regina spektor. she was something else. a total sweetheart, with long braided brown hair. being tucked away in a little coffee shop, watching people sing their hearts out, and dropping my jaw multiple times was the perfect getaway. i felt like i was in a movie. seeing toddlers dance on their dads feet in the back, a two year old angel faced girl pursing her lips and shaking her hips, seeing couples cuddled up in the back booth, and everyone drinking hot beverages in the musky, yet comfortable rugged cafe as the bobbed their heads. it was relaxing, and entertaining. i loved every minute of it. i just wish i couldve gotten better pictures.. stupid lighting.
my spaghetti turned out phenomenal. and the french bread was just right. it's time for me to be a fat kid and go fall asleep with all this food in my stomach. good night creeps.
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