Have you ever flipped through a magazine and seen an advertisement for some sort of face cream, and the model is a nineteen year old beauty with flawless skin? You probably ask yourself what the hell she’s doing on an ad for anti-ageing cream when she’s a good twenty-five years away from doing any actual ageing.
Some scout has scoured the streets and beaches looking for that fresh young colt. A makeup artist has spent ages applying seven inches of crushed up minerals to her face in all the right places in order to make it look as though she has no makeup on. A photographer has artfully placed lights to given the most flattering aspect of her face. And some artist has loaded an image of her face into Photoshop and spent five hours clicking away whatever remaining traces of humanity there were until the result is so incredibly perfect, yet believable since you can still see individual pores and even the peach fuzz on her cheeks.
Well, don’t kill me, but I’m the guy armed with Photoshop.
We live in an age where the terms ‘body dysphoria’ and ‘body dysmorphia’ are common. They roughly translate to ‘unhappy with body’ and ‘inappropriate perception of own body’. Do I contribute to this? I would have to be a master of delusion if I didn’t say yes. But like so much these days, people are using that as a crutch.
Surely we’re smart enough to know that the Ab Swing is not really going to be ‘the last ab workout you’ll ever need’, and we certainly don’t believe that we’ll turn into that hot, buff young guy just because we use it. We definitely shouldn’t be looking at magazines and believing what we see. If a woman looks at a retouched model and think that’s reality, then she needs her reality checked.
That old adage ‘the camera never lies’? You can forget that. The camera does lie, and so does everyone else.
You’re all beautiful, even without retouching.