Thanks to Facebook’s newsfeed, I stumbled upon an old article on plus-size model, Lizzie Miller, creating quite a stir in 2009 for her nude photos in Glamour magazine.
(Internet file photo.)
Modeling for ElPais.com in 2010. (Internet file photo.)
The full article is here. Okay, so it’s from the Daily Mail (and only the British will give me flack about this anyway) but it’s written by Linda Kelsey, former editor of Cosmopolitan and the now defunct SHE, and it’s a good read and accurately portrays the pressure on women to look like the impossible images we are constantly confronted with in the media. But, more importantly, the article led me to this photo of actress, Jamie Lee Curtis:
In 2002, at age 43, unmade up and un-airbrushed, in More Magazine’s September issue. (Internet file photo.)
Bear in mind that this is how Jamie used to look:
In 1985, at age 27, in the movie “Perfect”. (Internet file photo.)
And in 1994, at age 36, in the movie “True Lies”. (Internet file photo.)
Is this the inevitable? If it is, then shouldn’t we just throw in the proverbial towel now and head for the nearest Kripsy Kreme for a dozen original glazed doughnuts? (I’ll take two dozen, please.)
Okay, granted that, at 42, Jennifer Aniston has just been named the sexiest woman of all time (you’re kidding, right???) by Men’s Health magazine but she’s got Angelina Jolie keeping her on her treadmill and one can only wonder what else it takes to – Men’s Health, are you serious?!!! Ugh.
Anyway, if we need to have been married to Brad Pitt and have to contend with the likes of Anglina Jolie and have been paid a million dollars per episode to afford personal trainers, nutritionists and chefs then what hope can us mere mortals who crave Cheetos and Reese’s peanut butter cups have? (That’s what I had for dinner last night while watching “Ace Ventura”. Yes, I’m fully retoxed and the scale has been swept off the floor – lest I accidentally step on the damned thing – and banished to the top of an ice box.)
Does Time really have to wreak such havoc on our bodies? How much can we delay the inevitable without becoming a walking science project?
The older I get, I find that it isn’t enough to work out like a fiend. It you don’t make significant cuts in your food intake and give up things you love, like Cheetos and Reese’s peanut butter cups, there’s no way you’re going to lose weight. And with this reduced food intake, remember, you still have to conjure up the energy to work out like a fiend or it’s all for naught.
Sigh.
I’m still hoping that I have my own portrait of Dorian Gray aging away in some unknown, unfound room. Or that my vampire blood will kick in and I am not a mere mortal after all.
In the meantime, well, I’m headed to France to eat, drink and be merry and plan to continue to do so back in Manila until January 1st, after which the scale will come off the ice box, the Cheetos and Reese’s peanut butter cups will have to remain on grocery store shelves and I’ll return to the ways of the caveman and hope that the inevitable never comes.
I will be in France from Dec. 15-28 and will have limited access to the internet but will try to post whenever I can. In case I don’t get to write though, happy holidays to all and thank you for following this blog!