Okay, so I had this brief, possibly profound moment of illumination, right?
Merry gets a brilliant idea ... for some reason it's in black-and-white...
And I was going to start off the post with the brilliant insight. But then it occurred to me that some people, not that I'm naming any names
Over at iVillage, they have a makeover section. Yes, I know there are other makeover sites out there; this one involved real photos, not cartoon graphics, and if you sign up for the free registration you can upload your own photo, play with it, and save the results.
The Shocking Truth
Despite the numerous glam shots of a certain crustacean around a certain Party-town, you might have noticed that I've never posted a photo of myself up here.
Yes, this is what I look like when I'm wearing a J-Lo-styled wig that's been dyed blue. And fashionable sunglasses. And a questionable hat. And "diva red" lipstick. (Do I have the pout right? I was trying for 'fashion-model' pout, but it looks to me more like 'two-year-old-past-nap-time' pout.)
The philosophical part
It's fascinating to try to make yourself look like someone else. It's an adult version of dress up. But think about it. Seems to me that at the root of this play lies the evil seed of insecurity.
[Editorial note: Can an evil seed lie at the root of something? For the space of this post, let's presume it can.]
Seems to me that the people who get through life with the maximum of enjoyment and the minimum of angst are people who can accept themselves as they are.
I don’t want people to accept me as fat. I don’t want them to accept me as thin either. But yes, I would like to be accepted. It’s a paradox, not a contradiction.
I’ve had the experience of losing lots of weight and being offended by how people reacted to me. They weren’t repulsed; on the contrary they were overjoyed. I know this because they told me so, repeatedly, over and over again how great I looked, I really looked so much better, they wouldn’t have recognized me, really, trust me here, you look sooooo good.
It was annoying as hell.
They repeated themselves to the point where I felt as if that my weight were the only thing in the world that mattered as far as they were concerned. Personality, ability, humor, willingness to enjoy life – none of that mattered, just how much I weighed. I wanted to say “but I’m still the same person I was before when I was overweight. I haven’t changed.” Kind of the same feeling when you still think of yourself as young, but some wet-behind-the-ears kid calls you “ma’am.” I’m still the same person I was then.
That’s what I want people to accept. Not Fat-Merry or Thin-Merry, but just me. The person.
I’ll start a Movement (the capital letter is important) and call it Merry Acceptance.
Enough philosophy, woman! We want more fun!
This site shows you what you would look like if you had a Manga makeover.
Or at least, what a J-Lo'd version of me would look like if mangled into a Manga cartoon.
Or do you prefer yourself the way you are? That would be really cool, so long as it's acceptance and not resignation that prompts your preference.
Thanks to Jennifer Crusie at ArghInk for the makeover links.
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