June 6th, 2008
I can’t believe how much I have stressed on my bad hair days in Houston , especially in my sister’s wedding. You all must have been convinced now that I am one high-maintenance freaky vain princess after all… Okay, I admit! Whatever…. I am undeniably VAIN, period.
Vanity works for me, in general, and in many positive ways throughout my career, my marriage, and my social life:
I like to wear my green contact lenses, and lots of eyeliner and mascara.
I like super high heel shoes.
I like to dress up more eclectic than others.
I like to be taller.
I’m extremely flammable after I spray my entire head so my hair will be in the right place at all times.
I can’t leave my house without makeup on.
I like posing for photos and looking good at it consistently.
Lately, I want to wear a lot of short shorts and bare my fake-tanned legs!!
I like to wear “bling-bling” accessories (from rings to earrings, from belts to purses) that screams “I’m Czarina, the FABULICIOUS PRINCESS!!”
I feel good when I know I look good. When people admire me, I say “thank you” sincerely.
So I am vain. BUT WHO ISN’T VAIN? I know I am not alone in this category. Just look at all your Friendster profiles and you’ll know who you are…
In today’s world of endless possibilities to be flawless and beautiful, it is NOT hard to be vain after all. Most women, even men, especially Filipinos, have issues with their hair, or color, or weight, or boob size, and most especially, their nose shape! So there’s hair re-bonding or extension, tanning or whitening, all kinds of fad diets/exercise, boob job and nose job, Botox, etc. At our generation, all these sex changes, and aesthetic surgical procedures are now acceptable as normal. When people are reacting to these topics, I tell them that it is just like going to a salon and getting a new haircut or having your nails done, like it’s no big deal at all. Sometimes when I like to tease people, I tell them that my bum and boobs are “new” and that my name before was “Cesar”…
Once in a while, my husband and I will joke at each other whenever we see people who just didn’t care about their looks or general appearance… For example, when I see pathetic women in their sweat pants, with no make up on, no bra (Oh Lord, forgive them!) and hair clipped up looking like “Maxima Lavandera”…. I tell my husband that if one unfortunate day comes and I turned to become looking like that, he has my blessing to divorce me…
I like super high heel shoes.
I like to dress up more eclectic than others.
I like to be taller.
I’m extremely flammable after I spray my entire head so my hair will be in the right place at all times.
I can’t leave my house without makeup on.
I like posing for photos and looking good at it consistently.
Lately, I want to wear a lot of short shorts and bare my fake-tanned legs!!
I like to wear “bling-bling” accessories (from rings to earrings, from belts to purses) that screams “I’m Czarina, the FABULICIOUS PRINCESS!!”
I feel good when I know I look good. When people admire me, I say “thank you” sincerely.
So I am vain. BUT WHO ISN’T VAIN? I know I am not alone in this category. Just look at all your Friendster profiles and you’ll know who you are…
In today’s world of endless possibilities to be flawless and beautiful, it is NOT hard to be vain after all. Most women, even men, especially Filipinos, have issues with their hair, or color, or weight, or boob size, and most especially, their nose shape! So there’s hair re-bonding or extension, tanning or whitening, all kinds of fad diets/exercise, boob job and nose job, Botox, etc. At our generation, all these sex changes, and aesthetic surgical procedures are now acceptable as normal. When people are reacting to these topics, I tell them that it is just like going to a salon and getting a new haircut or having your nails done, like it’s no big deal at all. Sometimes when I like to tease people, I tell them that my bum and boobs are “new” and that my name before was “Cesar”…
Once in a while, my husband and I will joke at each other whenever we see people who just didn’t care about their looks or general appearance… For example, when I see pathetic women in their sweat pants, with no make up on, no bra (Oh Lord, forgive them!) and hair clipped up looking like “Maxima Lavandera”…. I tell my husband that if one unfortunate day comes and I turned to become looking like that, he has my blessing to divorce me…
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