As you can see by the photo of me at 11 years old, I was far from pretty. I looked like a miniature version of my dad - with a LOT more hair. The only cute thing about this picture is my baby brother. I don't know what my mom was thinking, feathering my hair like she did, but I hated this family portrait growing up and cringed every time I saw it. It haunted me my into my young adult life and I could have sworn I destroyed all copies of it when my parents weren't looking. Unfortunately, it seems my youngest brother kept one. Lucky me.
Growing up, if a boy liked me, it was because I grew on them - I was the personality girl. I still am. I remember having such a big crush on this boy I played Dungeons & Dragons with as a kid and just when it seemed I had grown on him enough to like me back, a new, super cute girl moved into our neighborhood and his attention was stolen right out from under me. She was tall, lean, tan and had this cute button nose and straight, un-frizzy hair. She also wore destroyed jeans before they became popular - mimicking a style late 80s British pop star, and page three girl, Samantha Fox pioneered. What boy wouldn't choose 'hot' over a D&D geek who still wore bell bottoms 10 years after they went out of style? Thanks, mom.
New girl and I eventually became friends because we were the only two same-age girls on the block. Hanging out with her, I learned some of the finer points of being a chick, like how to use heated appliances and canned aerosol to fix my hair, how to shave my legs and that wearing bright blue eye shadow and hooker red lips were necessary to look pretty. I wish I could remember her last name because I want to stalk her on Facebook. I'm curious to know if she realized faster than I did that unless you're a glam rock musician or an 80 year old European woman, bright blue eye shadow looks good on no one. Plus, I secretly want her to have grown out of her looks with age. Kidding. Not really.
Okay, maybe I do just a little.
I'm a lot older than that now and I've grown into my Italian features and my own style that changes depending on my mood. It's not a perfectly pretty look, but I can't afford to buy another one so I make do with what I have - which is mostly personality. I've never had the perfect body or face, but I've learned to fake it pretty well with the careful application of make-up, creative hair-styling techniques and interesting wardrobe choices. I say interesting because sometimes it's a miss.
Which brings me to the point of this.
There have been a few chicks who have asked me how I got into shape after having my daughter and a lot of moms want to know what I did to get rid of my stretch marks and what I'm using for wrinkle control. While a small portion of it is genetics and a larger bit is exercise and diet, the rest is having a great photographer and a minimal amount of photoshop.
The genetics part is the wrinkle control. In the past, I've experimented with different creams and home remedies like avocado and olive oil masks and miracle whip exfoliation. Store bought creams are only putting more chemicals on my face, so I decided to save my money. Currently, I use soap and water to cleanse and coconut oil on my face at night.
For everything else, there's photoshop.
Digital surgery has allowed me to fix things like my crooked nose, muffin top and stretch marks. I'm not saying I am unattractive without it, but the truth is, it makes me look fabulous online. Well, that and having a great photographer.
And in this day and age of cyber-narcissism, who doesn't want to look good online?
Not all my photos are 'shopped.' But I am shameless when it comes to enhancing and optimizing my online image. With features like liquify, which works like liposuction, a clone tool and a skin softening filter, I can look like a better version of me without having to do any of the real work. It's a lot of work to pretend to look as good as I don't.
So, there you have it. Online, I'm just a big fake.
In real life, though, I crossfit and try to eat right. But I still have issues with not being able to get back to the shape I was in when I was in my early 20s. In my 20s, I would obsess over it and hide in super large clothing. But now that I'm older, I have learned to embrace what I have and support the right to use Spanx to mold myself into my clothes.
So, there ya have it, folks. I'm kind of a big fake.