Freckles are hot

When I was at my local market today, I saw this really beautiful girl with freckles. They were tiny little freckles only her face, nowhere else, but there were thousands of them. I had never before considered how stunningly beautiful freckles could look. I couldn’t take my eyes away from her!

I’m a red head so naturally freckles come with the package. It’s only been in the past few years that I’ve come to love my freckles and how an imperfection can be so beautiful. I think freckles also add character and personality and life.

My point is, learn to love your imperfections because there’s someone out there who will. Boys, consider this one. I find skinny men really hot, buff guys actually turn me off. I also love a guy with a biggish nose and scruffy hair – and there are more girls out there just like me!

Cosmetic surgery to better these minor “imperfections” is growing in popularity and it’s really worrying me. Take my recent trip to the GP for my problem skin as an example.

My accidental introduction to cosmetic surgery

It was about two months ago when I started to notice my skin getting bad so for the first time since I was a teenager I thought I’d better go and see the doctor about it. All I was after was a bit of support and maybe a cream or gel and some advice on how I can change my diet and lifestyle. When I told him why I was there, straight away he said ‘yep, we can fix that with microdermabrasian’. Microderma what?? Without answering any of my questions he took me into this room and sat me down in front of a video screen. He then stuck a small video camera lens on my face which magnified my skin by about a zillion. He then proceeded to tell me that I had very ‘tired’ skin and pointed out the tiny little lumps and pimples on my face. Getting your skin magnified by that much is not a pleasant experience for anyone. By this time I was feeling really low.

He then took me into yet another room which had this microdermabrasion machine in it. He turned it on and rubbed the vacuum sandpapery thing on my arm to demonstrate. Seriously, I could not see any difference. He then told me about this ’special’ they had where you could get six treatments for the price of five (at the bargain price of $100 a treatment) and surprisingly, I would need about six treatments. He then gave me some literature to read, sat me down and left the room.

This all happened so fast that I was in a slight state of shock. Looking around the room made me really freak out. All over the walls were posters on brow lifts, lip implants and other cosmetic surgery procedures that I’ve now blocked out of my mind. Sitting in front of me was a form on a clipboard with a pen which I was supposed to fill out then and there. It was a consent form for cosmetic surgery. Hardcore.

Eventually Dr. Cosmetic Surgery came back into the room and I told him I needed time to think about it (yeah right) and made my way quickly out of there. I’ve researched microdermabrasion since and it’s definitely one of the least invasive forms of cosmetic surgery but it’s still stripping skin off your face and not something I particularly want to do because it seems really unnatural and slightly dangerous (apparently the risks of this procedure are hyperpigmentation, perforation, bleeding, and infection). His casual attitude about the whole thing and assumption that I would sign up right away kind of annoyed me too.

I think plastic surgery has its place for curing abnormalities and injuries, but it’s pointless putting your body through risk for vanity. I’m glad I didn’t sign that form because the procedure probably would have taken my freckles away too, and I’d really like to keep them.

Frances Kerr