Cosmetic S u r g e r y-- When B e a u t y Turns U g l y

[Jacaylbaro]

What is The perfect body?

 

First off,

 

There was once the notion and the falsehood that; “Vanity thy name is woman!” Utter rubbish! No more is this term exclusively associated with the womenfolk. It has crossed the gender lines, as poncy metrosexual men prance and pose in their chiffon shirts and dangly earings, preening themselves, as they splash showers of cologne all over their smooth and hairless faces.

 

I've a male friend who keeps complaining of being under the attack of one puny pimple—er, ok, maybe it is a little large and situated at that angle of inconvenience just above the eyebrows, where it is a little bit conspicuous. But hey, so bloody what? Who is physically perfect?”

 

At a time when inner beauty counts for nothing, and people view themselves through the ugly perceptions of others, men and women are driven to noxious levels of cosmetic anxiety and madness in the grip of vain pursuits. Badgered for their “physical imperfections” their fragile egos take a savage beating as they become increasingly self-conscious of the faults on their bodies.

 

They self-diagnose and self-prescribe and decide to radically alter their imagined "illnesses". Where money is no object, some speed off to the cosmetic surgeon’s during their lunch breaks to crease out their life's annoying little wrinkles.

 

The lunch menu these days has more than the normal dish of the day. Besides the langoustine and the wine, some people order a little extra something on the side from the surgeon. Some "generous" surgeons offer all sorts of "attractive deals" and options. Like a packaged deal of (breast, nose, lips, skin, eyebrows enhancements together) or maybe (Vaginal tightening, botox, anal bleaching and colonic irrigation at the health farm next door thrown in.) Or better still, do one procedure and get the other half price. Well, there's the double mammy of the breast problems solved.

 

Or bring a friend and you have something done at half price— anything at all!! Maybe get the chinese eyes or the African lips or Aguilera's figure- just try something. Do a test drive with a new nose, if you like it pay at a discount over four months etc.

 

Take your pick; Ironing out the wrinkles—Botox on the lips—, suck out the cellulite by a tummy tuck -- cellulites on the thighs, sorting out the droopy boobs aka that little matter of the chicken fillets or flabby breasts that the wonder bra failed to do wonders for—get implants!!

 

Well, where there's anxiety, there's a way out. Even if it means borrowing beyond your means, some will beg borrow and steal to crunch the problem. They head back to work and the contrast is stark. They look as unrecognizably altered as the After of someone else’s Before. Well, apparently plastic surgery is not a laughing matter. With the alterations come a stiff twitchless face which can no longer crack a smile,. But might be smooth and well-ironed-out.

 

Some women have been stretched and sewn so tight, they are afraid to raise their arms for fear that their expensive implants will go poof! Some will easily burst into flames the moment they went near the fire. This is the world of plastics stalking us; the living humanoids—half human half silicone!

 

Oh, what a shame that a respectably married mother whose flabby breasts bear testimony to her ultimate maternal love and womanly sacrifice—childbirth and breastfeeding, can no longer take pride in her womanhood. Instead, it became a cause for disgrace and she a victim of this monoculture of negative nomenclatures, such that her beauty was the first casualty of AfterBaby— with stretch marks, weight gain on her arms, her butt, her belly, her thighs and embarrassingly, her face!!

 

She is dramatically transformed from a confident feminine, to a so self-conscious sissy, until she becomes so brainwashed she feels her salvation lies only under the knife. She will opt for drastic enhancements of any sort in some parts of her body, and reductions in others.

 

She will let that awful machine suck out fat from unspeakable parts here and there, just so that she could look good for the office/her man/ the society etc. She is the victim of a harsh culture where people are judged by their looks. A culture shaped by the frivolous value systems or notion that ugly is bad, beauty is good. They are forced to live through the prisms of other peoples' perception of them, without knowing their story.

 

Beauty counts, but I don’t buy into the lie which people give for taking the drastic step: “I did it first of all for me and not for any body else.” People should take pride in what God gave them. When a woman is pregnant, it is a beautiful passing phase of her life. She’ll gain weight as well as lose it naturally. Wrinkles are God’s fingerprints on our history. We should not smooth them out.

 

People should prioritize their health over their looks. Nature’s remedies are not as bad as people think. And I can tell you, each time you put in the effort the old fashion way—exercise, you will feel much better about yourself. Without knowing it, you put a little something into account. But above all, be happy for who you are.

 

The article in the link is written by the beautiful BBC newsreader Kate Silverton, who herself became the news in the UK, after her paying for expensive laser treatment, which left her face looking like a rough African pineapple.

 

Below is the unhappy Kate Silverton After and beautifully Before

 

 

 

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