Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m vain…a little. I proudly wave my vanity flag.
What? Don’t judge me. We all carry some measure of vanity. Every time, you apply lip gloss or suck in your gut, you’re waving your vanity flag. We’ve all been told from the time we were children that vanity is a one of those mortal sins. Though of all sins, wanting to look hot in a summer bikini doesn’t seem so bad.
Who’s to say what’s excessive? Just because I’m constantly on the hunt for my sixteen year old booty, or I’d give my let pinky toe to have my pre-pregnancy body back, does that make me vain or conceited? I really would give my left pinky toe, maybe the right one too. Maybe Madame Carly Simon (You’re so Vain) or Miss Jackson If you’re Nasty (Son of a Gun) had it right in their songs.
But in this day of Heidi Montag surgeries, is it about vanity anymore? Or is it about something deeper like self esteem? On an episode of The Hills – again, don’t judge me – Heidi was telling her mother how she didn’t feel beautiful before her surgery and now she was finally happy, even though most of the rest of the world thinks she looks like a plasticized alien. Is she in possession of a supersized vanity flag or did she need all that surgery to make her feel good about herself? Would she have been better served with a tube of lipstick and some intensive therapy?
Would I rather my newborn daughter have an inflated ego or feel so desperate she resorts to so much plastic surgery she barely resembles her former self? I can put up with a little vanity. After all what’s wrong with a little pride when the alternative is self deprecation?
As little Siaki grows up, I’ll have to make sure to teach her to be kind and smart and all that noble stuff. But I promise I will also teach her the benefits of mascara and a little bit of vanity.
Go on, wave your vanity flag.