I’ve always been fascinated by beauty and cosmetic procedures—maybe precisely because I was raised by a mum who didn’t let me wear makeup or paint my nails until I was 16 or 17. Our attitudes toward beauty couldn’t be more different. And now, of course, I live in one of the most beauty-obsessed cities in the world, where the beauty arms race is very much a way of life. The irony isn't lost on me.
I also love body horror books and films, but I get frustrated by their predictable endings: the inevitable monster at the end. It feels like a missed opportunity as there’s so much more to explore about beauty, and the systems that shape it.
I really enjoyed this book because it almoooooost got there. Yes, it follows the familiar arc: girl enters starts beauty treatments and... transforms into something monstrous. But unlike The Substance (which, let’s be honest, was just plain ridiculous), Natural Beauty says something more profound.
The story follows a young Chinese-American woman who, after a family tragedy, takes a job at an exclusive wellness and beauty spa. She starts to use the beauty products. Her features shift toward Eurocentric ideals until she is no longer recognizable even to herself.
Reading this book brought up a lot of questions: What do we sacrifice in pursuit of beauty? Our sense of self? Our lineage? What does it mean to be worthy in a culture obsessed with youth, thinness, and flawlessness? What lurks beneath the glossy surface? What actually drives our desire to feel beautiful? It is really what we want?
Living in a city where beauty is inescapable, I know my perspective is probably a little warped. But I still think I’m allowed to ask: What’s the real horror here? Is it the procedures themselves, the women who want them, the colonial beauty standards driving them? The algorithm, media, men?
Or has this trope been right all along….
Are we the monsters?
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