Are We Okay?

One day while surfing the 'net, I came across a piece about a woman who has a plastic surgery habit. She is an entertainer of a sort, who has "enhanced" parts of her body to extremes. The upper part is enormous and her waist, almost not there. Her mouth is so pumped up that she can barely speak, but she says, she wants a waist that is sixteen inches and that's in her plan for a further procedure. Actually, she was in another country for an eye colour change surgery, to make them a violent blue which she feels is more beautiful. In the film, as the woman walked down the street, she was surrounded by males of that land oogling her. She said it was because they adored her. She dressed as bizarrely as her body looked with its hornet waist, achieved it's ridiculous size by removing a number of her  ribs. Of course her hair was voluminous to an extreme, and her choice of attire, theatrical.  I hasten to say that these are her choices and if she chooses to take those choices and pay for them, that's her business. There are those who would cluck about the sinfulness of it and so on, but sin, in that case, is applicable to everyone without exception. It isn't a matter of degree entirely. The subject of "adjustment", shall we call it, is intriguing.  And it's not only women who take on this sort of thing. Some men and even children crave to change their appearances, and do. More and more males are into muscle building, facials and haircuts, fancy beard trims and fashion. While this odd woman goes to what we consider to be extremes, there are almost no persons who don't take on some kind of "enhancement". False and coloured hair, make-up, injected substances and tight undergarments are all in the same general category of achieving more edgy looks.  Even in the animal world, there are natural augments: colour changes during mating season, feathers, horns, manes, scents. If we go back to primitive times, Man used various dyes, accessories and even bodily harm to adhere to tribal status mores. In this day, however, a time of being very careful to maintain what we have of our natural environment, hoping it to recoup losses, we have never had access to or employed such lengths to change what we look like.  Everyone I know, wants to change something about themselves. We reduce fat, use colour on various parts of our bodies, shave hair off, add hair on, inject things to get rid of the fearsome wrinkle effect and spend far too much on draping ourselves with fabrics. We accept these without thinking. There is not a magazine that doesn't show something on its pages about changes you can purchase. We don't question why. But why? Why can't we get up in the morning, wash, throw on something loose and comfortable and go about without taking all kinds of time to change the real us? What happened to "I'm okay, you're okay"?