A few days ago, my friend Jonnie and I were discussing facelifts. We have a mutual friend here who has had quite a bit of plastic surgery done and now looks really good. During our discussion, Jonnie mentioned that she had heard that a nice face tightening, complete with eyelid lift, only costs about $4000US here in the highlands of Mexico.
“$4000!!”, I exclaimed. “If I suddenly got $4000 dropped into my lap, the last thing I would think about would be plastic surgery!”
But I think I may be in the minority of women my age. Or at least in the minority of women my age around Lake Chapala. Particularly in Ajijic, an expat enclave down the road from me a piece. Ajijic, the artist’s paradise on the lake. Ajijic, the pueblo through which I drove my son when he visited a while back, and about which he queried me, “Do any Mexicans live here?” Ajijic, where it’s not uncommon to see women at the weekly tianguis with post facelift bandages on their faces.
But that sounds like I’m casting aspersions and I’m truly not. Well, okay, kinda. But, hey, anybody’s money is theirs to do with as they please. Including mine. Of course, I need all my money just to get by….even in Mexico. But I’m still a lot better off than some of my friends NOB who are upside down on their mortgages and can’t even afford to retire at all.
They’re stuck with a house that they can’t sell or with car payments or credit card debt that they can’t pay off. I never thought I would say it, but sometimes it’s good to have been poor for so many years. Because I was poor for so long, I’m used to living on cash and not buying things that I couldn’t afford right that minute….like a house. Besides which, home ownership would have tied me down. And I do like to move when I want to.
But let’s go back to the facelift thing. I have never been anyone even approaching cuteness. I’m not saying that I’m ugly; I’m just saying that I’m rather “plain.” Nothing special looks wise. Just totally average, albeit way too fat these days. I probably would have made a great private investigator. Not only because every aptitude test I ever took said so, but because I really do blend in [except, of course, here in Mexico with my pale skin and light hair].
However, for many, many years I’ve said that I would have enjoyed just one day of looking like Elizabeth Taylor in her glory years. Just to see what the power of beauty would be like. And when I said looking like Elizabeth, I meant this:
Good lord, what a fabulous looking woman! I can’t even imagine what it would be like to look like that!
We all know that she had a tough life and that being that beautiful didn’t protect her from misery, but I’m totally convinced that her beauty did give her a lot of power. And, thank God, she used those powers primarily for good and not for evil. The media has rhapsodized over her involvement with HIV/AIDS patients and the raising of money therefor. And they should. How many other screen goddesses have allowed their names to be associated with any “controversial” issue?
Bless you, Elizabeth, you were one of a kind. And an extraordinary beauty to boot. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad wish to ask to be as beautiful and powerful as you.
So maybe a facelift would give me a lot of power. But actually that’s just a moot point since my finances don’t allow for such extraneous things. I truly am gonna die with the face I earned in this lifetime. It wasn’t great to start with and it’s a whole lot worse now.
But that’s okay. Besides, when I take good care of it, I still have FABULOUS hair!