Recently, I got a really nasty comment from an anonymous reader on le blog that went exactly like this:
“Spend that money on Botox, lipo, a personal chef and trainer instead of clothes and bad dye jobs. Bless your heart…”
At first, my eyes welled up with tears. It hurt. A lot. So if that was their agenda…kudos to them. I mean, how can some random soul be so full of verbal vitriol? How can people be so mean and spiteful? I instantly felt wrinkly (and I do get Botox!), pudgy (Um, I work out, too!), and well, ugly. I read the comment to my husband who said with that are-you-kidding-me face, “Babe, if that kind of nonsense is going to get to you, get off the Web. Now.”
He was right. And I slapped on my big girl panties.
But then I got mad. I huffed, puffed and pushed “accept” on the comment and published it here because I feel like everyone’s voice has a place here. Hooray for democracy!
But here’s the thing that just kills me and is the crux of this post…I’ve never once pretended to be a model on this platform and am very well aware that at age 36, after bearing two children, I’m faaaaar from ever being Elle McPherson. You see, I’m Greek and we Greek girls like to eat. And I don’t Photoshop my pictures because, bible, I don’t know how to. And from a journalistic/personal standpoint, there’s nothing I hate more than the image of a woman airbrushed to the point of alien-like features à la Revlon advertisements and magazine covers. It’s just weirdly unnatural to me.
And I don’t think I need any additional Botox (Lord knows I get enough!), lipo, a personal chef, another trainer or another colorist, either. I’m okay with me the way I am. Sure, there’s always room for improvement but I have a job, two small children, a husband, enduring friendships and a home to care for and that takes precedence over everything. Period.
But what I do think is that people need to stop drinking the haterade. For those who feel that deflecting their own insecurities onto others is cool — it’s not. It’s rude, uncouth and frankly, no one likes a Negative Nelly.
To you I say, I’m sorry you feel that way about yourself. And bless your heart.