So said the sign outside a “spa” in Port Douglas. And that gives you a good idea of the type of place it is. Very beautiful, but teflon.
This got me thinking (again) about the ways in which the culture tries to clone us all into one definition of beauty (tanned, with white teeth!) Surely something not confined to our own time and place, but now that all the photos are photo-shopped, and you can literally cut and paste and colour your own body, it seems more extreme. Plastic surgery actually exists in my own social world (baffling but true.) I particularly remember a child who had her ears “pinned back” as soon as it was legal – aged 7. It was ‘to save her from being teased at school’. I wonder what other lessons and values she draws from that experience? Looks are important. It’s important to be like everyone else. Don’t stand out. You can’t cope with being teased.
Does she feel sorry for the other kids with sticky-out ears who haven’t had their ears “done” yet? Will she ever feel that her body and choices were violated?
Am I just sensitive to this because I have sticky-out ears?
But as it happens I am here to confess that “teeth” is one area where I have been thoroughly socialised into believing that they have to look a certain way. Blessed with a higgley-piggley mouth of teeth, I had braces when I was 13, and I never questioned the necessity of this, and even now can feel happy that they were “fixed”. Due to the (painful) rapid movement of my teeth into their “correct” positions, I now have a dead tooth in the front of my mouth that is getting more and more yellow as I get older. (A dental plot?)
I hope you’re getting a good visual of me, witch-like, with sticky-out ears and yellowing teeth. It’s amazing I can function in this world at all.
Anyway, I have been advised that the only way to “fix” my yellow tooth, is to have a crown. Which will involve vast expense, and the removal of a perfectly functioning tooth. So far I have baulked. All my principles are at stake: How can I spend money in this way when other people don’t have *any* teeth and can’t afford them? The money should be given to a dental clinic somewhere. If I do this, I will be buying into the whole beauty myth. The more happy yellow-toothed women out there, the better, as we demonstrate that white teeth are not pre-requisites for a fulfilled life.
BUT (and this is a big but) I *really* don’t like my yellow tooth. And no intellectual reasoning seems to be able to overcome my flinch of disgust/concern when I see photos of my smiling yellow tooth. I can intellectually realise that “it doesn’t matter”, but my socialisation doesn’t seem to allow me to emotionally realise the same. Of course, other people probably have yellow teeth too - I just don’t notice them.