I once wrote a blog entitled "Do Looks Matter". In it, I argued that they do matter and anyone who denies that is fooling themselves. Not all agreed. Some did.
Today, I want to talk about what you would do to look better.
This blog is all opinion. My opinion. I don't deny that for one second. You are free to disagree, and I expect many will.
I like to look my best. I don't try very hard, but I do try at times. Being complimented and noticed for your physical appearance is something we all like, whether we admit that or not. I don't deny that. I also know that it isn't that important to me. I don't dress flashy or nice, I don't groom excessively (and in fact do very little of that, compared to almost anyone I have ever met) and I don't keep in shape to the extent that I could.
In some ways, I wish I had the body I did when I was sixteen. Or even 29. I was very fit and I liked that. Now that I am 46, I don't anymore. Do I sometimes wish I had that body again? Yes. Would I stop eating junk food and workout everyday to get it? Nope.
Some will give up the pleasures of life to get that look. I applaud them. Good on you if that is what you want. I don't. Not enough to make sacrifices. Giving up chocolate, or candy, or french fries is not something I am prepared to do. Or want to do. I might cut back a bit, but not give it up completely. I like that stuff and if that means I don't get six pack abs, then so be it.
I know one thing for sure that I would never do. I would never eat in an unhealthy way to lose weight. I would never get any type of cosmetic surgery to achieve a look. I would not be with someone who only liked me for my looks.
|Is this supposed to be an improvement?|
Again, looks matter. They matter to me. I need to be attracted to someone if I am going to want to have a physical relationship with them. That is just how it is. For me anyway, that is how it is. But, that is not all there is to it. There has to be more.
One thing I know for sure: Any woman who would get cosmetic surgery to change her looks is not one I would probably stay in a relationship with. I think coloring your hair, or doing your nails up nice or wearing makeup to make yourself look prettier all have their place. And of course, I like those things too. But, at the end of the day that is not what attracts me, or keeps me.
Boob jobs, or facial reconstruction don't do anything for me. I am big on being natural, and I am happy to accept whatever that is if it attracted me in the first place. I don't need to see perky boobs, nor do I expect it. I know that not everyone can have a flawless face like a supermodel.
|this is not realistic for almost all women|
Two extreme examples of this come to my mind. Most of us know about Karen Carpenter, of The Carpenters. A fantastic singer whose life was cut short at 33 because she was so anorexic that she basically harmed her body to the point it killed her. She is the extreme example of someone who had such a body image problem that it cost her the life she had.
A less tragic example was the case of Tracey Gold, who was one of the stars of Growing Pains. Her story was profiled in People magazine and I will post that at the end of this blog. Luckily enough for her, she got the help she needed before it cost her the life she had. But barely. These two celebrity incidents are hardly isolated. The pressure that young girls face to look a certain way is something that is ever present from the time they learn to walk. As high school approaches and dating becomes an option the pressure to compete and conform is real. Some deal with it better than others, but in this day and age cosmetic surgery is something that is being considered. Teenage girls are getting boob jobs, nose jobs, etc.
In the documentary America The Beautiful, they point out the lengths and depths that young people, and older ones, will go to improve their looks. This is mainly due to peer pressure and media images.
Of course, the poster child for cosmetic surgery is Pamela Anderson, who converted a boob job into a very successful acting career. Was is worth it for her? Is it worth it for anyone to risk their health and their mental well being for the sake of physical enhancement and beauty? That is the question of the day.
|I love boobs..but this just doesn't look right.|
So in this blog I am asking: How far would you go to improve your looks? And why? What would you not do? And why?
this is the link to the Tracey Gold story.
Scary Skinny Stars
- February 17, 1992
For the past three years, Tracey, 22, has been a prisoner of anorexia, the baffling disease of self-induced starvation that, along with other eating disorders, currently afflicts an estimated 8 million Americans, the majority of them women. (See pages 96—98 for companion stories on anorexia and another eating disorder, bulimia—an abnormal craving for food accompanied by some form of purging.) On the outside Tracey seemed "pleasant and cheerful—a rock," recalls her TV dad, Alan Thicke. But in private the voting actress' real-life growing pains were killing her—and those who loved her felt helpless to stop her slide toward physical illness and self-destruction.
"This has been all we've been talking about and thinking about since it came into our lives," says Harry Gold, 39, a Hollywood talent agent who married Bonnie in 1975 and has guided his adopted daughter's career since Tracey appeared in her first TV commercial at age 4. (The Gold family also includes Missy, 21, who played the governor's daughter on Benson for seven years, and Brandy, 14, who has some 10 TV and film credits, as well as Jessie, 7, and Cassie, 3.) Because Tracey had been camouflaging her steadily declining weight by dressing in baggy sweaters, even the Golds were unaware of just how emaciated she had become. That's why, explains Bonnie, "I went full-tilt in the dressing room. I was in total shock and fear."
Sadly, though, the confrontation did not become a turning point for Tracey, who has been unable to stop dieting since she began a doctor-supervised weight-loss program in 1989. Despite two years of psychotherapy, her condition finally forced her to leave Growing Pains on Jan. 7 and enter a Los Angeles hospital specializing in eating disorders five days later. On Jan. 15, though, Tracey took her health back into her own hands, checking out of the hospital. She is determined to battle anorexia her way, with a private therapist and nutritionist. "I am going to beat this," she says, talking publicly about her disease for the first time. "But it's going to take time."
"Anorexics are very bright and very sneaky," says Bonnie, squeezing her daughter's hand as she sits beside her on a cocoa-brown sofa in Harry's 14th-floor Burbank office. "Tracey was very good at fooling people. She would cut up meat in small little pieces to make it look like she'd eaten more. Or she'd say, 'I ate before,' or 'I ate in my dressing room.'" What she ate followed a ritualistic pattern associated with her disorder. "I would starve myself all day and then eat the same meal for dinner every night," says Tracey. "Pasta with chicken and broccoli. It was always the same, a certain time, certain place, certain bowl. And I'd reheat it three or four times, just to savour it.
Her obsessive eating habits spilled over onto the Growing Pains set. "Tracey was always carrying her quart of diet Coke," Thicke says. "That became the staple of her diet. We teased her in a friendly way when she got thin, but then she went over the edge."
During the show's Christmas hiatus, Tracey became ill with bronchitis and was thinner than ever when she returned to the set. Frightened for her health, the producers sent her home on an indefinite leave of absence. The season's remaining four scripts have been written both with and without Tracey's character, who has been shipped out to London to study rare books at the British Museum as part of a college course. "If I had my wish," says Tracey, "I would like to be back for the last episode of the season."
Tracey was first diagnosed with anorexia at 12 by her pediatrician, but she recovered after four months of psychiatric treatment. Her more recent downward spiral from what she describes as "a normal eater" into a compulsive dieter began at 19, when she reached 133 lbs. "I was made fun of by a casting agent," says the fragile, brown-eyed actress. "If I were a different person, it probably would have rolled off my back. But I have the kind of personality where I will let those kinds of comments affect me. I've always wanted to please people."
On the recommendation of her doctor, Tracey went to a well-known endocrinologist who, she claims, told her that her ideal weight was 113. "He put me on a 500-calorie-a-day diet, and he taught me how to basically starve myself, even knowing I had a past history of anorexia, so I don't have any respect for him," Tracey says. She reached her goal in two months. "It was so wonderful," she says. "All of a sudden, I wasn't awkward Tracey. People were saying I was pretty. I fell right into the pitfall of 'I can't lose this constant praise.'"
Though she started psychotherapy in the spring of 1990, Tracey kept losing weight, getting down to 100 lbs., then 95, and finally 90. "I yelled and screamed." says Harry. "I begged. I'd say, 'What are you doing to yourself?' But she was working with a psychiatrist at the time, so you kind of give up. You feel at such a loss. You want to say, 'Eat, just eat.'"
What most perplexed her parents was that Tracey seemed to have every thing going for her. Growing Pains remained a solid hit, and she had a boyfriend, freelance production assistant Roby Marshall, 26. The couple met on the set of the 1990 TV movie Wind Faith, where Marshall was a consultant to the producers of the drama based on his father's arranged murder of his mother. (The mother was played by Tracey's Growing Pains mom, Joanna Kerns.) "Roby is my first love, a truly wonderful person who has been supportive throughout this," says Tracey. "This has nothing to do with him."
Nor, believes Thicke, did it have anything to do with the Golds. "The Gold family has always been a role model," he says. "Harry and Bonnie Gold make the Seavers look like the Manson family."
In fact, Harry and Bonnie, a former New York City advertising account executive, always wanted a normal life for their daughters. "I knew all the traps," says Bonnie, who once said of her kids, "We're letting them act for two reasons: One, they love it, and two, financially they'll be set." Benson, it turns out, is paying for Missy's education at George Washington University in Washington, D.C., where she is a senior pre-med student. Tracey, who lives in a guest house on the grounds of her parents' North Hollywood home, "is quite wealthy," says her mother.
Tracey's television family, which is just as close as her real one, also intervened after her latest setback. Kerns sat Tracey down for numerous TV-mother-daughter talks. "I urged her to get help," she says. "I told her it looked like she was going too far with the weight thing."
Tracey won't say what went wrong last month after she was hospitalized. "Everybody wanted me to stay there," she says, "but that hospital was not the right place for me." After checking herself out, she look a cab to her parents' house. "She came into my arms and just held me," says Bonnie. "It frightened me that she was back home, and yet it relieved me too."
Tracey is now working with a nutritionist and a leading UCLA therapist who specializes in eating disorders. "They've stabilized my weight now," she says, "and I'm healthy enough to know that I don't want to lose any more. I am fighting it, but it's hard. It consumes my every thought."
The Golds know that Tracey's recovery has barely begun. "I go over to her house, and I check on her every single night to make sure she's still breathing," says Bonnie. "That's how scared I am. I check her pulse. And I just thank God that we've gotten through another day."