Celebrities: The Fake Reality We Idolize

“OMG…look at her butt, it is so big,” seems to be a relevant reaction nowadays. We find ourselves thumbing through the print of endless magazines, chasing unattainable dreams. Well, unless funds and a certified surgeon are in our grasp. We look towards these human entities as a model of existence, and sigh, admire, and envy them. Hollywood elite begin to be a prototype for our type, not realizing these dynamic wonders who lose 50 pounds of baby weight overnight are not being completely forthcoming about their efforts. They credit “chasing after two-year olds,” as their only cardio, a “magic pill, or “skinny stix,” drink additive as their work out regimen, and claim to still splurge on pizza, ice cream, and cookies, often time damning their existence, being its done so much, and often times deny any gym memberships, dietary commitments, or doctor visits.

While celebrities live on the pretenses of being the epitome of perfection, many like to challenge the aging clock with very little admittance to any form of help, if ever succumbing at all. I think lip injections begin to be the one procedure they admit to, and it’s always “their first time.” Or my new personal favorite….”society remembers me young, and forgets Im still growing, so the changes my body naturally went through is hard to receive,”…..Kylie Jenner anyone? Like get real girlfriend! Puberty brings some height, pimples, moodiness, and yes hormones, but cheek reconstruction, nose job, lip fillers, butt implants, and breasts in perfect position usually do not accompany a menstrual cycle. Not to mention this does not occur at the age of 17, in the matter of months. But hey, lets just applaud her physical changes (as I do absolutely feel her after is way better), but lets not be ignorant to the before. That goes for all those reality vixens, or music moguls we inspire to look like….just keep it real, admittance that is, body parts excluded.

Perhaps as much as they hate to admit they are no longer “au naturale,” we appreciate the illusion. Instead of realizing thousands of dollars are our best work out buddy, if we just understand different genes determine our jeans, then failure is less discouraging. That brownie suddenly becomes okay, because “they,” enjoy hot dogs and cake like the rest of us. I get it. Fake hair is our hair, tanning is always our original color, peacock eyelashes are a blessing. The things that makes us “beautiful,” we refuse to admit are not ours to own. If anyone know our glamour was removable, all they would wonder is how does she REALLY look, so the “this is me right out of bed,” falsetto is much more appealing on both ends.

The gym rats who, yes, work out, even with pounds of make up and high-end jewelry on, or perhaps take the best pictures with leggings and a weight bench, and leave out the fact that in addition to whatever perception they are currently displaying…that’s not ALL that occurs behind the scenes. As one who used to admire body parts as natural works of art, I’m stunned with my ignorance, knowing that her butt was not granted at birth. So here I am squat queen (for the record they work), not achieving that mound of success, and then just now realizing not only are hours of the gym necessary, but also hours on the operating table. Butts don’t come that big, especially with a waist that small. Now understand, the illusion presented can still be idolized or preferred, as they look good, but don’t fall under the spell of what they don’t tell, and wonder why you don’t look that way. You could! The ones who lose all the baby weight in an hour get me….like nursing did all that, right? They take a real fact (nursing does add an increased amount of burned calories), then glorify it past reasonable exertion, so that the facts get blended in with the fabrications. Yes, working out makes people lose weight, but not in two days, with lip gloss and a perfectly curled hairdo to boot. Just understand what you see as perfect, you would be amazed a whole different way.

Guys, you are not exempt. Those muscles that come for a role, are also greatly enhanced. Once again, I do believe the gym and cardio are involved, but that size and definition…consider what is not mentioned. Same thing with the cars driven, and the houses showcased. Many are rented or provided in agreement. Celebrities are afforded items in exchange for a mention or allegiance to the brand. So when labels are consistently mentioned, or designers credited, both are done with intention. Celebrities set the tone for fashion. They prescribe what is cool. They dictate what trends are in. Funniest thing is they are more insecure being the first to wear it, yet carry the impact of setting a trend. Their notoriety is enough to make a new look catchy, and something otherwise awkward to the eye a fashion statement. They follow fashion direction, yet we claim them “fashion forward,” and eclectic. Dont get me wrong, some may be tastefully original, and unscathed of if their threads catch on or not, but most intend to make a consumer suggestion of what to key in on for the time or the season.

Nothing is wrong with being a trend setter. Some of us need the guidance when lacking the confidence to personally create. For me, it is often about the introduction. “That looks cool worn like that,” type of thing. I know what I like and what makes me comfortable, but sometimes it can be fun to implement a new accessory or style to your usual dress. I am all with following trends, or emphasizing my closet with something new or spunky, it’s just when people don’t catch on to the fact of what may be accentuated on, or falsely emphasized, one can get lost in translation.

Dramatic weight loss paired with a dieting objective (i.e. weight watchers), and the aftermath is evident. Right? Again, not saying real results don’t follow, but whats the real rate? Celebrities are for our entertainment. They are fun to look at, attractive to the eyes. Sex sells, true? Well so do foreheads, noses, calf muscles, and various other body parts. Just know what you are buying into.