All that glitters...that saying about fake worth is so true in Hollywood, where breasts, lips, buttocks are traded like used cars. Even though I'm used to being around women with enough fillers and implants to make a mannequin jealous, I find myself battling the image pressure.
That's why Alissa and I went for every beauty trick in the book (excluding plastic surgery) for the Emmys: brow jobs, false lashes, hair extensions, exfoliators, bright red mani/pedis, fake tan, Spanx, more makeup than the Kardashians.
And in the end we were left feeling...not very beautiful. We lost ourselves.
"I felt so overdone with crazy eyelashes out to here and these big red lips," said Alissa. "It was too much. I felt like a tranny."
The makeup counter promises and dressing room skinny mirrors were like fool's gold. Yet the over-the-top glam left us feeling fake and awkward, especially me since I let others convince me to buy a girly dress instead of a simple one so I was squirming like a six-year-old in a church pew.
Our experience proved that nothing is as alluring as a woman at ease in her own skin.
"We tortured ourselves," said Alissa, "wanting to be who we're not."
After the show we came home, washed our faces and went out - sans the glitter.
"Your drinks are on me," said the first man who saw us, "because you are the most beautiful women here."
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