I have no idea how celebrities really live, but this is how I see it. I picture a Kim Kardashian with big sunglasses on, coming out of a diamond car…
I’ve never seen her in jeans, only in hugging outfits with fancy petite heels. There’s probably personal trainers hovering around her like bees, giving her health tips 24-7 and making all the smoothies in the world. There’s fat free whip cream on everything, and sushi for breakfast. She’s got a tan that looks like someone just poured a can of dulce de leche on her, and I mean this in a good way. A million bottles of champagne wait for her in a sweat. She gets to rock fake eyelashes like Minnie Mouse daily.
Then there’s me…
I can’t wait to wear jeans and flip flops all week; I’m always stoked for a casual Friday. I push myself to workout, to get on my air climber for forty minutes or go for a run. I bought some little weights at Target that are okay. I eat a lot of cereal. I love tanning as much as Brigette Bardot does, but I’m already seeing some wrinkles from my early twenties. So I wear the spf stuff as much as I can, and I am never really as tan as I want to be. I’ve been drinking the leftover wine from the wedding, which is being stored on my closet floor for now (we have a wine cellar under my dresses). This past Saturday, I tried to put on a pair of false lashes, but they ended up turning into sticky spiders on my fingers.
Though we do share a few ambitions like trying to look good and stay fit, our lives are totally different. I have to do a lot of thinking; I assume the celebrity doesn’t. And no matter what makeup foundation I buy, I’ll never have one of those powdery matte faces. Probably the only time I’ll ever have a makeup artist after my wedding will be for my friend’s wedding–which I’m in. Never again I’m sure will I enjoy the confidence that comes with having an airbrushed face.
Finally home after a long day of work and doing groceries at Target, I looked at all the blonde hairs on my arm, and the sunspots/freckles the sun has speckled me with. Never will my skin be the same. It will only get more sun filled and thirsty. Does Jennifer Lawrence have these spots and things? Or Kim? I thought. Then I smirked at myself, remembering that celebrities are stupid and could never manage a real person’s life. Right?
We watched Britney Spears fight through her coming of age identity crisis. We are watching Miley Cyrus’ and Justin Bieber’s right now. I think Gwen Stefanie is hustling a little harder for money since her divorce. And Spears lost a lot too after hers. Sure, I guess celebs do have their struggles and do things like eat food. But, they get to do it with lots of money in their hands.
Celebrities also make for entertaining conversation, keeping us glued together with drama and hotness. They give all of us regular people something to talk about no matter what field we are in. Looking at them is always fun, their ensembles, their dates, their brands, their weight losses or gains etc. I personally love to see them on vacations enjoying the gorgeous weather by a pool or on a yacht. It’s always very cool when you see a picture of one on Miami Beach. As far as I’m concerned, these celebrities better be on vacation a lot. I mean what else are they supposed to do with all that magical money they have?
There’s a definite duality in my viewpoint on celebrities. On the one hand, I think they are a waste of our focus, and I think they’re straight up pathetic. Then, on the other hand, I like having them around. They motivate me in weird ways (maybe good or bad ways-depending on how you see it) like wanting to have beautiful skin, fabulous evenings and a tight body. But, aside from wanting look good, watching them do their glitzy glam drama opens a window in my imagination, letting bubbles of ambition for my own glitz and romance float around in there.
I’m so pleased to announce that three of my poems, “Slots,” “Scraping” and “Make a Decision” have been published in Barking Sycamores Literary Magazine Issue 13. Barking Sycamores is dedicated to neurodivergent literature and its craft. I’m so honored to be a part of this project. Barking Sycamores Issue 13
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