I’ve always sort of looked at the pictures of Donatella Versace slightly at an angle. I couldn’t look straight at them, because I always found her distorted, surgically altered features were an assault upon mine eyes. You know what I mean? Then I found this picture. Behold! Young Donatella Versace.
This is the face she could have carried forward as she aged. This was what she would have had to work with so that she could age gracefully. If she still had this face she would be a beautiful older woman.
Instead, howevermany surgeries/injections/nips/tucks/peels later, this is the face she has (ironically) paid a lot of money for. Presenting, haute couture’s reigning…
OK, seriously, she looks like a half-orc.
Ladies, please. Please please please. Stop the madness. “But there’s so much pressure to look good!”, they say. People. Guess what?
YOU WON’T LOOK GOOD. This doesn’t look good. Do you want to look good? Love yourself enough to take care of yourself and figure out what makes you happy and do it and for Chrissakes quit smoking (especially if you’re concerned about your skin!) and hydrate/moisturize/be careful in the sun.
Someone said to me a long time ago, “You earn the face you wear when you’re older.” That idea stayed with me. Donatella Versace (and so, so many other adherents to the elective-surgery-go-round) have earned these…bizarre…misshapen…stretched faces, from thinking they could beat the process. How can you justify surgery that’s supposed to make you “look better” when life as an orc is the result?