A year ago I wrote a story about plastic surgery and whether or not I should get it. It’s probably one of the best things I’ve written, but dang, my ego took a blow writing that thing.
It’s a tough thing to examine your body honestly, and an even tougher thing to ask another person to evaluate it objectively. As I say in the story, I’ve always kept a full and accurate list of my flaws — I know where I stand on the attractiveness scale (cute librarian/theater actress) and still, it’s brutal to hear it recited back to me.
My poor little ego was able to recover from the situation only because I was dating a really nice/complimentary guy and a bunch of other equally complimentary fans Mystalked me and wrote me flattering e-mails after the story was published. Also, I kind of came to terms with my flab a while ago — if I really cared, I’d probably do a sit-up right?
Anyway, point is, today I got a holiday card in the mail from one of “my” plastic surgeons. This is the guy who wanted to give me a chin implant if I remember right. It was a weird flashback, and even weirder to have someone who chipped away at my sense of self — however momentarily (and yeah, I was paying him to do it) — wish me “peace and joy in the coming year.”
Maybe I should have called this "peace, joy and laser hair removal..."
Silly, I know, but I do feel compelled to post a picture so you can see I’m not a total monster. Especially if you clicked the link to my story, which makes me sound like I have a “great personality.”
1 Comment
December 11, 2008 at 4:40 pm
What the hell would a chin implant accomplish? I really have no comprehension of what that would look like.
Anyway, you can’t trust such advice from someone whose livelihood is based on convincing people that they need this added or that removed or the other enlarged.
Wholeheartedly against you needing (or ever getting) cosmetic surgery. You’re a beautiful woman, Megan; don’t forget it.