By Nancy Mendelson

If my family had a coat of arms, our motto would surely read: “It is better to look good than to feel good,” and the crest would undoubtedly depict a taut, wrinkle-free, surprised looking face. Billy Crystal’s Fernando character on SNL would have nothing on us. Looking “mahvelous” was non-negotiable. Feeling “mahvelous,” on the other hand, was never relevant.

Fortunes were spent, pain was endured, and sacrifices were made—all in pursuit of the elusive approval of some deity that values beauty over substance. And yet, my family members were never—and I mean NEVER—pleased by how they looked, no matter how many rounds of collagen shots, facelifts, eye jobs, tummy tucks, boob and butt lifts, hair plugs, fad diets, exercise equipment and anti-exercising contraptions they invested in.

All of this made my early years both interesting and scary. The interesting element was that my tribal elders and their immediate circle were early adopters, so I was exposed to some seriously weird shit at a young age. What was scary was that, well, I was exposed to some seriously weird shit at a young age.

Once, we received a machine designed to “exercise” a user’s muscles while they sat and watched TV. I don’t remember the name of this special instrument of torture, but I do remember having electrodes attached to my tween-age body while electricity was zapped into my still developing muscles, then watching as those muscles moved without any cue from me. For obvious reasons, that freaked me right out.

It was then that I vowed to put significant effort into developing my inner-self in order to create some kind of balance.

But the dye was already cast. Growing up, I was profoundly affected by the disproportionate value placed on appearance in our household. Even after years of therapy, I struggle with my appearance—not to the point that I would actually get any work done, but to the point that I sometimes think about it. Admittedly, aging gracefully is easier said than done. Especially in New York City, the pressure to look good is significant and ubiquitous. But no matter how often I entertain the idea of plastic surgery, I know in my gut that it is not the right road for me.

Still, I am not anti nip and tuck—as long as it’s done well. DONE WELL is the operative phrase here. In the elusive quest for perfection, I have seen too many attractive people—family members included—destroy their looks in a desperate attempt to look good. I have seen surgery become addictive, and I have seen surgeons shamelessly manipulate their patients. The most distressing aspect of it all is that people are starting to futz with themselves at younger and younger ages.

I used to pride myself on my ability to spot “work.” It’s in my DNA, after all. But these days, even my untrained, uninitiated husband can detect it from a mile away; it’s that obvious. There are a lot of unnatural looking people walking around. You know I’m right. Come on, “Real” Housewives of anywhere in the U.S., what do you really look like?

Really People? Isn’t the objective to look effortlessly beautiful and not to provoke a guessing game as to how much and what kind of work you’ve had done? WHAT WENT WRONG?

Please do me (and yourself) a big favor. Before you’re pressured into altering your appearance permanently, ask yourself this question: Is it really better to look good than to feel good? If the answer is yes, then go for it I guess.

3 Responses to Really People? You Want to Look Like That?!

  1. One more note, Nancy, this is not a familial issue in the least, it is an epidemic on a macro scale! These signals and messages of superficial approval are deeply rooted this day within our American pop culture. It is toxic. To see these images are as criminal as a society, such as ours (again) with no gun control. I fear for all our children and young people. I am not a parent, but I advocate protecting their innocence, their self esteem, and their life to live without all this extraneous nonsense and to create a barrier between what our toxic culture dictates is the “the look du jour” as opposed to “laissez faire…and let ME be!” Stop preying on weak people!

  2. Tom S. says:

    Did you know that collagen is widely used in the form of casings for sausages.

    Perhaps that is the reason for the wurst like plump cheeks in the lead photo.

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