We asked our friend Michelle Persad (a HuffPost Style editor and natural beauty) to experiment with four false body modifiers to, ahem, varying results.
Here's what happened when I went all-fake-everything…
Cleavage Cupcakes Gel Bra Inserts
Ever since my boobs stopped growing at age 14—to be fair, it could be argued that they never actually started growing—I've embraced my A-cups. Barring a failed attempt to stuff my bra with off-brand, rash-inducing scented tissues (I don't think I need to tell you that that was a failure), I've always just worn a sports bra and called it a day. Suffice it to say, trying these fake chicken cutlets was just a little out of my comfort zone.
I decided to try them out on a weekend and wear them to a bar with a low-cut shirt to see if big boobs really do equal better service. Aside from an extra large pour of red wine from the bartender (the A-cup sitting next to me barely got a half-glass), there was little difference between what I get au natural. As it turns out, the person that was most pre-occupied with them was me. They felt completely foreign and very uncomfortable—I kept touching them (awkward in a public setting) and constantly worried that they would fall out on the dance floor and cause some slapstick slipping disaster. Needless to say, I'm probably not going to be wearing fake boobs again any time soon. Quite frankly, it's false advertising.
M.A.C. strip lashes A 34
All day people kept asking me what mascara I was wearing, to which I responded "Maybelline" (hey, they didn't ask if I was wearing false eyelashes—might as well fake it ‘til I make it, right?). Not only did I feel fancy, but it was also an easy way to look like you put in effort when all it really requires is expertly applied glue and a little luck.
I applied a couple faux bracelets and necklace—the statement silver necklace was a hit. Not only did I get tons of compliments, but most people didn't even realize it was a tattoo—they thought it was a real piece of jewelry. So there I was, fielding compliments left, right and center, feeling great... until I spotted a pack of 12-year-olds on the subway with exactly the same look. Now, I have nothing against matching tweens, but I will say that I got a bit of side-eye when they spotted my tats, like they thought I was too old to be wearing them. If I was ever going to have a quarter life crisis, that would have been the opportune day.
Bellami Hair 220g 22" #1B
When my colleagues saw me in my extensions, they were understandably confused as to how my hair managed to grow six inches overnight. And out for dinner that night, my friends kept touching my extensions, trying to guess where my real hair ended and where the faux pieces began (which, I’m pretty sure, is the mark of great extensions). And, okay, so I don't plan on wearing these again any time soon (I'm still in the "short hair, don't care" phase), but when I start pining for my long hair again, these are an easy way to feel like Rapunzel again.