Something Real

This is Kim Kardashian. She's basically famous for being someone like Paris Hilton. She's on a reality show on E! called "Keeping Up With the Kardashians". I've always thought she was a beautiful woman. I've always wanted straight shiny black hair and an olive complexion, but as genetic luck would have it I have medium brown curly hair and ghost pale skin and hey, that's okay.

A news story came out recently where a magazine did a photo shoot and accidentally put in a photo of her untouched. As you can see up above the untouched photo is the one on the left. I was happy to see this picture. I obviously know that all celebrities are photoshopped for magazine covers, but it's nice to see Kim is a real girl. I don't think she looks bad at all in her "real" photo. She's a curvy gal and along with curviness usually comes a few bumps and lumps. Why does the media feel the need to make things appear differently than they are?

I've been contemplating the world we live in and it struck me how few things are real now a days. The internet, video games, t.v. shows, while all entertaining they are so inconsequential while compared to things that truly matter. The other night after I cleaned up dinner my evening to do list was as follows: Check Facebook, Check Blogs, get caught up on The Biggest Loser, Get on the treadmill. My husband was watching basketball upstairs. I just walked in to tell him I was headed downstairs and he then did something he never does, he asked if I wanted to snuggle! I didn't marry Mr. Affecionate by any stretch of the imagination. For whatever reason he finds it difficult. It's always been something that has bothered me but something I've just dealt with. So you'd think when he offers to snuggle and talk I'd jump at the chance. But I admit my first thought was, but what about my to do list? I would have been a fool not to spend time with my husband and so I did and I was glad. Often times I think we are spending time together, but really he is on the computer and I am on the computer or he is watching t.v and I'm reading a book. That's not really together time when you aren't communicating.

Sometimes I just want something that is real. Nothing embellished. It's so hard to tell when so many blogs are like the fancy facade of a city building. You never really know what's going on inside of it even if the outside is beautiful and shiny. It's 11 am. My hair is in last night's ponytail. I have on no makeup and I'm wearing jeans and my husbands shirt from high school that says Bear River Basketball on the front and UNFINISHED BUSINESS! on the back. My daughter is sick and miserable and is currently laying on the floor with her old raggy blanket watching Go Diego Go! I have a bunch of laundry sitting dejectedly in laundry baskets at my feet waiting to be folded. Life isn't one big glamor shot. People should stop pretending like it is.

And that includes the folks at magazines. These celebrities are already beautiful, on the outside at least. Sadly in our society they wouldn't be famous if they weren't good looking, so why do they have to fabricate these images? Would it really be that horrible if the general public knew that not all celebrities have flawless bodies? Gripes.