Doppel What?

So, the trend on Facebook (lately), is to post a picture of THE celebrity to whom you are most often compared.

REALLY?

Are there many of us who are actually compared to celebrities, on a consistent basis?

I could take this exercise in MANY directions...
There are a couple I've been compared to over the years.
A few, I WISH someone would tell me I resemble.

But, even when I put a dozen pictures into one of those computer-generated-read-your-face websites, the images of look-alikes they spit out, leave me baffled:
Portia De Rossi
AND
Katherine Heigl?
Really?
Seriously?
I am tempted to put a picture of Raquel Welch, Lynda Carter or Catherine Zeta-Jones into the same computer program,
to see THEIR look alikes.
Wish they'd spit out a picture of ME as their results.
Wonder how that would make them FEEL?

I'm not about to get hung up on this.
This isn't an essay about being happy with who you are,
looking in the mirror and liking yourself more,
or any of that crap we're trying to infuse our daughters with,
in an attempt to create self-esteem and positive body images.

Frankly, I don't even know what this is about.
I think it's about the fact that
(gasp)
I'm beginning to consider having some "work" done.

(And I'm not talking about the long-overdue tummy tuck I dream about at night)

I NEED to get some work done.

And I should just get on with it.

I need Michelle Obama's arms.

I need to develop those biceps.

Summer is approaching, as is swim suit season.

I need Lynda Carter's teeth.

Those white, white teeth.

Only a package of Crest Strips away.

I need better eyebrows.

Maybe Salma Hayek's.

A magnifying mirror, tweezers and a steady hand...are all it would take.

I need Mother Teresa's selflessness

and

Angelina Jolie's always-room-for-one-more, open hands

and

Madonna's dedication to re-inventing herself every five years

and

Maya Angelou's way with words

and

Audrey Hepburn's elegance

and

Mary J Blige's swagger

(as well as the name of her tattoo artist)

and

my mother's

devotion

grace

wisdom

smile

and

scent.

Yes.

I need to have some "work" done.

And you know what?

Every bit of it,

is possible.

I CAN:

do

have

or become

any or all

of these things.

Because honestly, there is nothing...

Nothing...

NOTHING

(except

ME

and my tendencies to

procrastinate,

ponder and

justify,

when I should get up and do something

or change something),

preventing

Any

or

All

of those things, traits, characteristics or strengths

from becoming part of the woman I am.

I am

after all,

a woman.

And I love being a woman.

Well,

other than my mother's smile

and scent.

Those will never be duplicated,

and will be missed...

always.