We live in a world where fake, for better or for worse, is very much a part of our everyday lives. Whether it be furr, labelled clothes, Suntans etc, we have come to accept fakery as part of our lives.
Now what my surprise you, that despite being a red blooded heterosexual male, I never really understood the need for cosmetic enhancement, a trade which which frankly trading on people’s insecurities and is definitely part of the reason for the increase in Body dismorphia disorders. I have always been a fan of the natural look, should it really matter if your nose is too long, your teeth are crooked or if you have a few freckles? No. But for some reason in this age of movements for organic food and drinks free of additives, we allow this biological fakery to become a social norm. The blemishes and flaws are what make you you, to remove them is to remove part of yourself and you may find you have lost the part of you that people like the most.