CALL Katie, I’m the last person to criticize someone for going against that bossy old mother nature who threw women in the dust after their first birth.
You succeeded in your chosen glamor modeling career at the age of 18. Some psychologists say that no matter how old you become, you will stay mentally strong at that age for the rest of your life. life.
This isn’t a bad thing at all – your belief in True Love is that of a teenager, and it keeps you upbeat.
But they also say that fame is a cannibalistic mask – and something that’s definitely creating a buffet about your good looks.
I don’t judge. I’m in my sixties now and I’m still cosmetically “fixed” – I want to look just like me, just five years younger.
But I know it’s time to stop when I’m starting to look like a different person, which you do in the new pictures of your latest foray into shapeshifting – sorry, a “Eye and brow lift”.
You now appear to be a cross between Stacey Solomon (top face) and Rylan (bottom face, especially the haircuts).
Don’t get me wrong, I love them both – but they’re not friends. And now, 24 years after surgery, you’re not you either. It’s a pity, because you are unique.
There have been glamor models who look better than you, but none of them are capable of absolutely monetizing not only their beauty but also their personalities.
You are one of the best, someone who became Mother of Courage – Boudica in Wonderbra – building her own empire and fighting for the rights of children with disabilities. (As a bad mother myself, I was particularly impressed by this.)
You are a compelling example of a self-made woman, increasingly rare in an age where what I call SADOFs (Famous Sons and Daughters) have taken over the fanfare.
And, whatever the relentless snobs that think fit to pronounce about your personal life have to say, none of them can deny that you have a great face.
At the risk of conceit, there’s something of a Greek goddess about you. I once wrote that your plastic surgery seemed playful and life-affirming: “She is her own Dr. Frankenstein and her own monster, her body its own playground. hers”.
Yes, the doctor has left the building and The monster is getting more and more of its own way.
You should be surrounded by people who love you and want to pull you back to the brink of self-destruction – not to set you on a straight and narrow path (you’re too bubbly for that) but at least in a direction. leads you on the path to destruction and into the pinnacle of contentment.
You don’t have to be around the type of loser/user filming you rapping a self-written freestyle song called I Love Coke.
I fell in love with cocaine for many years and didn’t give it up until I was in my fifties (you’re still only 43) – but be warned these guys have no feelings for you other than being like a cross between a monkey show and an ATM.
That could be why in 2019 you were declared bankrupt with more than £3.5 million in debt.
It’s shocking how a very knowledgeable person in the conference room can look like a star in the bedroom.
You have paid for a parade of useless men for the past two decades.
Yet even in this madness there is something admirable about you.
Most glamor models withdraw after marriage to rich men. You never did.
I suspect that your absolutely admirable determination to fulfill your own way in life has led you to choose weaker and poorer men than you.
But while you’re out of the Sugar Daddy’s trap, you’re in an equally silly predicament – trusting The One, rather than the people who got there first.
Every time you say the same things: He has his own money, he’s not using me for fame – and when it’s over, you say the opposite.
The only one that doesn’t fall into the coat hanger category is Peter Andre, that’s probably why you can’t get past him.
He doesn’t care about your fame or your money. He loves the woman behind the breasts and the bank balance.
Perhaps the only person other than your child who you can disqualify as your mother from is your mother Amy, who is dying.
Above all, you are your mother’s daughter. Looking at her stoicism in the face of her own death, we can see where you get your spine (if not breasts) from.
You’re a real woman – you’ve seen your critics disappear their own funds.
But pretty faces are visas – not passports – and it will run out.
Do you really want to join OnlyFans competing with girls half your age, especially if that means you feel the need to drop your subscription price by 50% to get your capital back?
Are the lonely monopolists that make up the OnlyFans market really the ones you need to seek approval for? That’s why you have this endless surgery?
It started out not looking like regular plastic surgery anymore, judging from the latest photos, but moved into the realm of body retouching. What is next? I know you love horses – a lovely curved tail to match the teeth?
I know that your grandmother was a mermaid on the Brighton Pier – but she cut her tail when she got home. Don’t lose your voice trying to be something that’s not yours.
Don’t go down the Michael Jackson route where your own facial recognition technology won’t recognize you one day.
Don’t lose yourself now. Let your beautiful face grow again.
I never underestimated Pricey.
You don’t do that either.
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https://www.thesun.co.uk/tvandshowbiz/17687963/katie-price-surgery-scart-julie-burchill/ I love Katie Price but her surgery is scary