While perusing a few photos of Priscilla Presley last night, my boyfriend said to me, 'she's as beautiful as they come.' Of course he was talking about exterior, conventional, superficial beauty, although I'm sure Priscilla is a wonderful woman on the inside too.
But he's right. Elvis' once wife is a true beauty and I've always loved looking at photographs of her. In fact, in some of her paired shots with Elvis, my eyes fight over which of the two to gawk at because they are both so gosh darn tootin' pretty. I think she just might be the prettiest woman I've ever seen.
In more recent years, I do wish Priscilla would have laid off the plastic surgery; Hollywood's self-inflicted and rather shameful disease, which I have blogged about before. I don't even want to dwell on it. So, while I do flinch at more recent photos of Priscilla with her face tweaked and tortured almost beyond recognition, older images of her almost take my breath away.
Side note: When I was a child I read Priscilla's wonderful autobiography, Elvis and Me. In it, she tells of the day she discovered papers inside her childhood home revealing her father wasn't her real father and that he had adopted her. I thought it sounded just like the sort of big-scale drama a bored little girl needed, so I searched high and low through our home looking for my adoption papers. I never found them, because - shock, horror - I wasn't adopted after all! I will admit I was momentarily disappointed because it meant my life would stay normal. Ahh, the antics of children.
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