Mr. McGuire: I want to say one word to you. Just one word.
Benjamin: Yes, sir.
Mr. McGuire : Are you listening?
Benjamin : Yes, I am.
Mr. McGuire : Plastics.
Benjamin : Just how do you mean that, sir?
Good question. Today’s challenge was to make a no-obligation appointment with a plastic surgeon and find out what they think you could stand to improve. This is a recipe for disaster even for a person with HUGE self-esteem to spare. For me? I might as well go lay down in traffic.
I could write for ages about how my pregnancy and Em’s birth changed how I felt about my body. But so many women already have…. If you’ve never read The Shape of a Mother, I think it should be required reading. A peace can be found in discovering that you’re not the only one. And after that peace, if you’re lucky, comes a sense of pride.
Sometimes I think about the difference between plastic surgery and tattoos… I am content to adorn my body with images, an artist’s work… and I guess those women and their plumped up lips might think they are sporting another’s artistry. But I can’t wrap my mind around it. It’s not for me. So for now… I’ll not be taking Mr Mcguire’s advice. Check back with me in a decade.
Excitement on the side 