Frozen

I live in LA. I frequent social media platforms filled with filtered faces. Sometimes I even have my picture taken. I am a woman. In fact, I am a woman who recently turned forty. So, it’s only natural that someone in my position might consider turning to the unnatural tweaks and alterations that today, are as common as a haircut.

Really, I like my face. Sure, I’m irritated by my thrice broken nose, noticing the asymmetrical fracture in high def snapshots. A little snap in the twig. But before I broke my nose, I was still able to find something in the mirror that I could pick on. Lately it’s been the area around my eyes. Do I appear a little bit tired? A little worn out when I’m smiling? Maybe I’ll stop smiling, like all the pouty faced models on who’s instagram pages I search, unsuccessfully, for teeth bearing images.

I love myself. I hate myself for wanting to “fix” myself. I’m great as I am. But what if I could be better? Would more opportunities come my way? Would people care more ab…