Beauty and the Beast

Humans and their eternal flights towards perfection have always ended up in frustration and disaster. Recently it seems, there are a lot of reports on botched plastic surgery jobs. As more and more people are going for surgery, more and more people are suffering from after effects, makes one wonder how safe it really is. Some people become the beast (in terms of looks). Sometimes i do contemplate if i will actually undergo plastic surgery in the future. but one huge deterrent is pain. i hate pain.

I wonder why these people just cant accept who they are, although yes, life is easier if you look better. No use countering that statement as it is generally true. If there are 2 candidates competing for a job offer, and both are equally capable, the better looking one will most probably get the job. Especially if it is a marketing job. One wonders if this era of celebrity and luxury is bringing our society to even higher depths of shallowness.

Yes, i have been on the other side on the line. I understand completely how it feels to be really down in the dumps simply because you have no confidence in yourself, and the way you look. With beauty or slight beauty even, comes confidence, sometimes even arrogance in the case of someone i see regularly (not sch mates nor close friends). I have heard of girls as young as 15 getting their eyelids done. It was unheard of in my time.

All these stories of botched surgeries makes you wonder the percentage of people who actually suffer from such after effects. Sometimes, when i look at the medical industry, personal experiences and media coverage cause me to regard it with a sort of fear. Although it saved my life numerous times in my childhood, it no longer holds that untarnised image i used to have of it.

Is all this pursuit for perfection turning us all into beasts? Incapable of looking beyond the surface?