A mi gata favorita, Ygrí Rivera de Martínez:
Tú siempre serás la "femme fatale" que pusieron en la Revista Jurídica de la UPR para controlar su contenido ideológico. Siempre serás la gatillera guapa de la administración de Carlos Romero Barceló. Siempre serás la jueza "hot stuff" acostumbrada a tener control total de su sala, y Ay del que te llevara la contraria. Y ahora, siempre serás esa momia con botox "up to the eyeballs" que, en el ocaso de su existencia, escogieron para celebrar los ritos fúnebres de la UPR. Ahora, pásale la batuta a Ana Guadalupe y regresa al frío abrazo de la tierra de tu sepulcro hasta que tus amos te vuelvan a llamar, o te toque la próxima inyección para mantener el tiempo congelado en tu rostro.
Vanidad de vanidades, como dicen por ahí... vanidad en búsqueda de una inmortalidad inalcanzable.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/paulina-porizkova/aging_b_771127.html
"To me, to let yourself age means that you're comfortable with who you are. Yes, sorry, I do believe that all the little shots here and there, and the pulling of skin here and there and the removal of fat here and there, means you still have something to prove; you're still not comfortable in your skin. The beauty of age was supposed to be about the wisdom acquired and with it, an acceptance and celebration of who you are. Now all we want for people to see is that we have not yet attained that wisdom. Aging has become something to fight, not something to accept. Aging is a matter of control and control of matter.
We can call injections of foreign stuff under our skin "having nothing done" since it doesn't actually involve surgery. So what if Botox makes you look like a poorly dubbed movie, or worse, human sock puppet where there is no match-up between what you say and how you feel, and you're turning all your family and friends slightly Asperger-ish."
