The other day I watched an Oprah show where she interviewed some senior-citizen supermodels. Okay, Stephanie Seymour is only 42 so she doesn't count. But the others were Cheryl Tiegs (63), Beverly Johnson (59) and Christie Brinkley (57). At one point Oprah asks them how they feel when they walk into a room and know that all eyes are on them, and Christie Brinkley says, "If people are looking at me I'm completely convinced that it's because I've got toilet paper stuck to the bottom of my shoe." Oh, bullshit, Christie. How stupid do you have to be not to know you're beautiful? Even if you have a lousy self-image you've been on thousands of magazine covers for the last 30 years. Why do you think that is?
I hate false humility.
Beverly Johnson owned right up to it. She said yes, she's totally aware of it. And she's mad if they're not looking. Okay, now THAT I believe.
And then there's Cheryl Tiegs. Don't even get me started on her. Oh, never mind, I'll get myself started - she's been botox'd and collagen'd up the yin yang and who knows what else she's had done but she looks scary, creepy and lumpy. It's very sad. And god knows I'm not knocking plastic surgery. If you can afford it and it makes you feel better, go for it. But really...keep it real. And then own up to it. Oprah didn't really address the plastic surgery issue in detail (what's up with that, O?), it was more like a brief philosophical discussion, at which time Cheryl Tiegs dis'd people who have plastic surgery and said you should work on what's inside.
She's working on what's inside. she's working on what's inside that syringe that's injecting who knows what inside her lips and inside her cheeks and inside her forehead.