The Beauty bar
Nurse Smilodon, with a wake up call people!
I say no. Beauty is all around. In trees and in souls. Airbrushed magazine mannequins have ruled our lives long enough. As a full-figured woman on Match.com – I know how hard it is to feel good about yourself – but dangerous surgery (no matter how advanced the technologies are becoming) is never the answer. You have been placed on this earth with your face and glasses and maybe a large gap between your teeth and some small acne scarring. But it is the real you and people whould love you for your insides. Maybe not for your more disgusting insides, lower intestines, but your inner beauty.
Maybe you have some issue with bad breath and have a prescription mouthwash that tastes like ammonia. Maybe in high school they called you Four-eyes or Pizza-face or Godzilla breath or Diarrhea (even though your name was Diana) or Stink-face or “Kill it!” or “Oh my god it’s coming toward us”. Maybe you had to go to the prom with a friend of the family. Eeew.
The point is no surgery – stomach stapling and full facial alteration – is never a good idea – even if you think that perhaps your parents would love you more if you came back with a new face and pretended to be a stranger and then they thought you were just a boarder and they let you have their daughter’s old room… because… well she disappeared… and there you would be.. new face – no one calls you Diarrhea anymore. Even then I don’t think it would be worth it. I mean, until they are really good with the surgery.



