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That said, I'm not anti-plastic surgery; if I had a spare ten grand I'd have a breast lift/reduction in a heartbeat. I guess I don't want anything that has to do with altering my face-I'm afraid that something will get messed up. I'm also afraid of procedures that add something. Fake boobs, chin/cheek implants, those scary ass barbed wires that pull your muscles up like a facelift. Shudder. Taking things away like lipo or a nose job I understand.
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I can see why, if you have the money, you would want to just... "fix" those little things you don't like. Get the tip of your nose moves. Get breast implants, cheek implants or laser hair removal or whatever, because you feel more beautiful.
But isn't it addicting? I mean, I'm sure there are lots of people that get just the one surgery and are fine, but it seems like there are always people who just do more and more and more. I realize the media paints it this way, but I can totally understand how it would become addicting.
But at the same time, as a crunchy hippie, it makes me sad and a little disgusted. Why do people feel the need to alter their bodies so much? Don't they feel... strange? Having non-organic parts inside of them? I mean, I feel the same way about people who get other surgeries, like my grandmother's hip. I know she feels bizarre having a hip that isn't hers, and I would, too. Does that happen to people who have lots of implants? I have no idea.
It's just sad that there's so much pressure to be beautiful on the outside, and not so much pressure to be genuinely beautiful on the inside. Do-gooders seem to give free makeovers and fashion tips instead of doing work that will benefit the people in actual need (oh, I have had some choice comments on my clothes, and heard so many self-righteous people brag about how they "help the less fortunate" by donating their brand-name bags to thrift stores and give good fashion advice). It seems like helping others is only to look good. And you can't care too much.
Not to say that fashion advice has no place - for example, your friend always wears inappropriate outfits to job interviews. I think a little tactfully-worded advice is helping out. But strangers on the street? No thank you.
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As a needlephobic, however, I choose gel inserts. Cheaper for sure.
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To quote RuPaul, "If you can't love yourself, how in the hell you gonna love someone else?"
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Los Angeles.
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Oh, honey, I think you have that backwards. And let's face, all the plastic surgery in the world won't stop time, gravity, or any of those other little things that make it more important to like the person you are than the person in the mirror.
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The poster for this show on the subway platforms is terrifying.
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