Few weeks ago, my friend, Micah, invited me to spend time with her after work. She suggested going to our basic hangout place, SM Mall of Asia. Having nothing else to do after, I decided to come along. Apparently, it was on her schedule to go to our local waxing salon to de-hair herself. With enough cajoling from my other colleagues to have my body hair under the mercy of strangers, I settled for “I will try”. And I did try.
Lay Bare Waxing Salon is a waxing service franchise from US. I don’t think a lot of Filipinos are naturally hairy, but it seems my opinion was incorrect based on its growing number of branches in the metro and nearby provinces. In my village alone, there’s a branch exclusive for us!
Micah has been using its service for quite some time now, so I am not 100% scared that something will turn horribly wrong for me. Still, it’s my first time and like any other firsts, I was embarrassingly nervous. I do shave, albeit seldom, since there’s really no need to do so. I am almost completely out of hair. Really. Anyhow, I tried to put on my game face and pretended to be brave about it.
I signed up for eyebrow threading and underam services. Confession time: I don’t like touching my brows. They are naturally thin and go separate ways – I mean not like McD’s or Mazda eyebrow styles. I think they have only been “touched” less than ten times in my whole existence and those were the times when I really had to doll-up with the assistance of hair and make-up artists.
Anyway, let’s move on with my story. When my name was called to the booth, I walked slowly to my attendant. I explained that I was a newbie for the service and she gave me a smile which was often reserved for kids going to their dental check-up. Then she went on with her job. And I wished she hadn’t.
Never in my life had I thought that a single thread could give so much pain in my person. Imagine my surprise when the first “attack” happened. I was like an earthworm being tortured by naughty kids with rock salt. It was too painful, I cried. Too much for keeping a game face. The staff informed me that the pain will lessen soon, but I wasn’t soothed with that. I felt too much pain that when I complained again, the attendant scolded me of drinking tea on the day of a waxing appointment. According to the rules, drinking something with caffeine before going to a waxing session is a definite no-no. Thankfully, the next session wasn’t that as painful. We breezed through it while she complained that I don’t have any hair to remove in the first place. She went on with “Don’t go back here anytime soon”, “You just wasted money on these services you don’t actually need”, and “Your hair is like that of a baby”.
Why did I go with that “rite of passage”? Why did I even make myself susceptible to that beauty pain? What did I want to achieve? Did I want to prove that I’m already a grown-up and not a sweet, charming teenager? My mind was asking too many questions while I was waiting for my Micah in the lobby. When she finally emerged, she filled me with her stories on how painful it was to go Brazilian. It triggered more questions in my head.
Why do women have to go through a lot just to be called beautiful? And I’m saying physically beautiful. As far as I observe, pain comes along with beauty.
A pretty face has a price. How many of my Korean friends confessed of wanting to have parts of their body changed and some who really did it after? How many actresses and singers do we know have altered beauty? Do you doubt that they went through various kinds of pain just to achieve how they look now?
I personally know someone who had her surgery at the age of 16. She often voices her envy on my huge, ugly, double-lidded eyes. She thinks I am gifted with eyes of an owl and wanted hers done. In her country, the surgery is quite normal that it is not surprising to meet others who have done the same thing no matter how young.
But will others get contented with just the eyes? In Korea, a perfect face must consist of: big, round, double-lidded eyes; straight perfect nose, and V-shaped face. Gangnam Style.
More alteration, more surgery. Well, at least I hope women who underwent surgeries are happy with the results. They might have gone through a lot of pain during the process, but I hope that they gained more self-confidence and satisfaction with what they got now.
Even though I personally dislike cosmetic surgery for myself, I don’t have anything against those people who went under the knife. They have their personal reasons, and mostly those are sound ones. However, I can’t help but frown at others who seem dissatisfied with life in general. Here are the not-so-common and can be termed “crazy” surgeries I think others do:
- Dimpleplasty and chin cleft surgeries. Both look good at first, if you think a permanent “scar” as beautiful, but what about 5-10 years after? As we age, so does our skin. Who wants a sagging scar as he/she grows old?
- Toe shortening. It seems others really find something wrong in their body. Those who do not like that their second toe is longer than the third or the rest of the toes go for this surgery.
- Ear pointing. Who fancies being as pretty as elves and faeries? This procedure can be done by cutting a portion of the ear and stitching the two sides of the altered part. Result? Pointed ears!
- Abdominal etching. Who doesn’t want those yummy abs? For men who want to get rid of those belly fat without exercise or any fad diet, they believe this is their answer. This is done by “sculpting” or “drawing” on layers of fat to make that sexy appearance. Again, what will happen when they grow old?
- Cankle liposuction. Being a stick all my life, I never experienced worrying about my ankles. Call me insensitive, but it’s true. Lately, I read something about a woman fussing about her chubby ankles. Perhaps there’s something sexy and feminine with thin ankles? Whatever her reason maybe, I do not plan to waste $5000-$8000 by removing fats from my ankles.
- Collagen feet fillers. It is true that wearing high heels boost confidence in women. Makes us feel beautiful, glamorous, and sexy. But wearing those stilettos and cigarette heels usually kill our feet. That is why some people decided to have some protein injected in the balls of their feet to act as cushion and padding while wearing those skyscrapers. Hmm what’s next? Surgery to make your feet like Barbie’s?
- Pubic hair transplants. Seriously? Yes. I was also surprised when I read this. And to think that according to the article I read, it is common among Asians! WTH. Something to do with fertility. Ugh. No way, highway.
Why do people go through all those kind of surgeries? Is being beautiful and sexy so important that we turn a blind eye on the pain that comes along with each? How about you? Will you have something done for your body? What is your take on cosmetic surgery?