Simon Cowell alarmed followers with an appearance on social media that some couldn’t even identify him.
Well is a well-known English TV personality, entrepreneur, and record executive who is most recognized for her roles as judges on talent competitions on television, including America’s Got Talent, Pop Idol, and The X Factor.
In addition, his constantly shifting appearance has some followers wondering if he’s had plastic surgery.
The rumor gained more traction after a video featuring the media mogul went viral.
When it comes to his history of cosmetic surgery, Cowell has always been very open about it.
In a 2018 interview with The Sun, he acknowledged having had a procedure known as a “21st century facelift.”
The AGT judge disclosed that he had a Silhouette Soft Lift at the office of Dr. Jean-Louis Sebagh, a cosmetic surgeon.
A thread lift procedure called a Silhouette Soft Lift tightens and corrects the neck, brows, jawline, and midface.
“There’s lots of things you can do now,” Cowell stated in a conversation with The Sun. You’re not limited to using Botox and fillers on your face.
He continued, alluding to an incident where fans saw his bruises and reportedly swollen eyes. “I probably did have a little too much a couple of years ago,” he said.
The media mogul stated he made the decision to discontinue injectables because he had “gone a bit too far” in an interview with the journal from 2022.
“I saw a picture of myself from ‘before’ the other day, and I didn’t recognize it as me at all,” he recalled.His son Eric was going crazy. It had to end. My face is completely free of filler now. None at all.
However, Cowell just stirred up suspicions about cosmetic surgery once more.
Everything began when a since-deleted video was posted to Britain’s Got Talent’s X, formerly Twitter, account.
In the widely circulated video, Cowell exhorts viewers to apply for the well-liked ITV program, saying, “I always say on this show, two or three minutes can change your life.” It has, too. And perhaps it will be you this time.I look forward to meeting you, so please audition soon for the upcoming season.
Fans, however, were commenting about Cowell’s supposedly altered look in the video for a very other reason.
One viewer commented, “That doesn’t look like him at all,” in response to the video.
One more person asked, “What’s he done to his face?”
A third admirer posed the same question: “Is that Simon Cowell? What has become of his face?
Very hard to believe that’s even him,” said another person.
Others responded in the comments, speculating that Cowell’s altered appearance might have been caused by a motorbike accident in August 2020, which necessitated the insertion of a metal rod in his back for stability, according to The Independent.
The Gift of Fido
The silence in my small house had grown louder with each passing year. Old and alone, the days stretched out, often indistinguishable from one another. I thought about getting a dog, a creature that would fill the emptiness, a warm presence against the encroaching quiet.
One chilly afternoon, shuffling through the familiar streets, I saw him. A small, scruffy shape huddled near a bin, dirty and clearly hungry. He looked up as I approached, his eyes wide but without fear. I knelt down slowly, offering a tentative hand. He didn’t flinch. I stroked his matted fur, spoke softly to him. When I stood up to leave, he simply followed, a silent, trusting shadow.
Now, he is my dog. My Fido. I am his human, his owner, though it feels more like we own each other. The silence is gone, replaced by the soft pad of his paws, the occasional sigh, the happy thump of his tail against the floor.
I talk to him constantly, sharing my thoughts, my worries, the mundane details of my day. He answers in his own way – a tilt of the head, a soft whine, or his favorite response, a vigorous wash of my hand with his rough tongue.
“Fido,” I’d told him just the other day, the worry etching lines deeper into my face, “tomorrow we won’t have anything to eat. The retirement money is gone, finished. We’ll have to wait until pension day!” He just licked my hand, as if to say, “We’ll figure it out, together.”
And then that blessed day arrives. I join the queue, a line of fellow retirees, each clutching their worn pension book, shattered by time and use. My own is tight in my hands, a thin lifeline. Fido, tied patiently nearby, shakes himself happily, a little dance of anticipation. He knows this day. He knows that today the bowls will be fuller, the meal a little richer, a little better than the thin gruel of the days before.
Winter arrives, wrapping the house in its cold embrace. Without a fire, the air bites. But Fido is there. Curled tightly against my legs on the worn armchair, or tucked beside me in bed, his small body is a furnace, a constant, reliable source of warmth that chases away the chill. He is more than just a dog; he is my living, breathing blanket against the cold world.
The first hesitant rays of spring find us sitting outside, bathed in the gentle warmth of the returning sun. We sit in comfortable silence, simply existing, together, grateful for the light, for the warmth, for each other. And from deep within my heart, a simple prayer is born, a quiet whisper of profound gratitude: “Thank you, Lord, for creating the dog.” For creating Fido, who found me when I was alone, and filled my life with warmth, conversation, and unwavering companionship.
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