I thought those movies aren't worth the money. I thought it was just another comedy.
I thought things will be better this year. I thought lessons will be more fruitful. I thought I was just plain over-concerned last year.
I thought many things. Together with them, made many assumptions. Some for good course, some merely for self-deception. It's not too long ago that I realize what reality has to tell me.
It said,"Miss Stupidity, things aren't as they seem to be."
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The name was attention seeking enough, at least for me. 200Pounds Beauty. Have I told you I'm obsessed with paradox? Yeah that's why I was interested in that movie. How can 200pounds be 'beauty'-ful? I'm sure many of you are already grinning at the idea. So am I. So I thought it was gonna be truly a comedy about a girl who is (unfortunately) horizontally 'gifted' who fall for a guy and decides to go under a knife. The surgery(s) was/were total success and she reappeared in front of the guy as another girl - the sexy, feminine, and of course, pretty lady. A total opposite of who and what she used to be.
While I was watching it, it suddenly hit me in the head how much I look like the girl inside. Erm, not physically, of course. In her pursuit of a better appearance, she soon forgot who she is, how she looked like before she went through plastic surgery. She suddenly realize that she doesn't recognize herself anymore, just as others can't recognize her after she went under the knife. Then it dawned on me how much I've been putting importance on how I look and dress. Are all these necessary? I should be thankful for having no defects at birth which will accompany me till the day I die. I, too, shall not complain about my being skinny and single eyelids.
Every girl is pretty as she is. As long as she has a big and good heart.
But that doesn't mean I condemn plastic surgery. Yes, undeniably many girls go for plastic surgery due to lack of self confidence at their current appearance. But out of these many, there may be people who need a makeover for a new lease of life. The girl in the movie is such example. Perhaps it's genetics that she could not slim down the way she wanted. Then she is made fun of and discriminated and used by others, just because of her misfortune of possessing such genes that gave rise to her build. Plastic surgery would mean just to correct these flaws that impeded her success.
I used to scorn at plastic surgery. Now I'm casting another look at it. Perhaps it doesn't look that repulsive.
I still have more to say, but due to time constraint, I shall stop here for now.
I will be back. Definitely.
But now, off I go to orchard!
