I love Facetune as much as the next girl. It’s a brilliant invention that can take pictures I hate and turn them into pictures I’ll post. It’s a beautiful thing. And I’m very forthcoming about the fact that I use it. I photoshop the shit out of my photos, and I have absolutely no shame in that game. I will never deny it. I don’t even care if I do a bad job. I don’t care if you can tell. As long as the originals never surface, ya know.
I also don’t judge celebrities or magazines for altering their photos. I am a marginally barely public figure and I’ve encountered the scrutiny of strangers on the internet, and I only write for it. Actual famous people are known worldwide, and the level of judgment they face for their bodies and physical appearances must be nearly unbearable. So if they tweak their photos slightly, so that they don’t have to deal with the haters pointing out a wrinkle or some cellulite, I’m cool with that.
What I’m not cool with is this.
“I love my waist just the way it is.” And what way is it, Lindsay? Perfectly molded to the shape of your wavy curtains?
Look, photoshop away. Do what you gotta do. But don’t pretend it’s real. And if you are pretending it’s real, at least be better at it. Sheesh..