Renee Zellweger is a flower too
by Joni Abilene
Have you seen the pictures of Renee Zellweger’s new look? Doesn’t it make you sad? Her eyes were her most striking feature, though I guess some people felt she had a squinty thing going on. However, those people are idiots and I’m surprised anyone as smart and beautiful as Renee Zellweger would listen to them. But what’s done is done. I think what bothers me the most about this is that everyone seems to be falling victim to plastic surgery. First it was the nose jobs and breast implants, and now it’s the face. Seems like you should never mess with someone’s face. All these fillers, all this Botox—it’s ruining us. We don’t go out and cut and inject dying flowers do we? No. We admire all stages of the flower and let it do its thing. We admire it for its time of great beauty and see the value in every stage of development: full color, fading, wilting, seeds, death, dust. I’m sorry, but we’re no different. We die too. We should admire ourselves through each stage. I never did like my grandmother’s fake flowers—the ones she kept in her front window near all her white bubble glass. A real flower, its scent, its hint of death, its oxidation, is what makes them beautiful. Us beautiful. We are flowers. We are life and we are death. We leave seeds and then we fade.
We are beautiful.
And Renee Zellweger is a flower too.