As a kid the idea of plastic surgery was really inexplicable for me. It meant rhinoplasty, bigger breasts, flat stomach and a whole new Michael Jackson, who was rumored to fall apart more than once. Later in my teenager years the notion of it hardly changed, by TV shows, which reshaped middle aged women, or by the MTV’s show about dull youngsters who wanted to have famous people’s face. Obviously, by these impressions I mostly had a negative opinion about plastic surgery. It hasn’t been easy to change this, because still by the media and TV, I usually only see models and TV personalities, whose body changes I am not fully understand. More than once I think it is unnecessary, because there is no problem with them, at least in my eyes.
However, by some small personal experiences finally I see the other side of it (sort of). I have this light porcelain skin color and I am full of birthmarks. I look like the sky on a clear night with full of stars. The other unfortunate thing is that I have warts around my eyes. Perhaps, nobody sees them, but it still annoys me. So last year I made a decision I visited my surgeon and eye specialist to get rid of some of these pesky little things.
First, I visited my surgeon, who took off five moles from places where it hadn’t really seen, but they were uncomfortable for me. Two of them were on my right armpit. I was never ashamed because of them, but last summer was the first time that I was really easy going wearing sleeveless T-shirts and tops. Secondly, I went to my eye specialist. Seriously it was hard, because I can’t handle to see those procedures, but in this case I had to watch it the whole time with wide open eyes. It was three incredibly hard day for me, but I acted like professional, who didn’t feel anything. Even the doctor’s assistant called me a hero that I sat through it without a sound, because one point she had to look away for a moment to take a big breath. I got rid of about 16 warts. (I still have some already regrown, so I guess I need a few more visits to the doctor this year too.)
These were the small ones and my idea of plastic surgery slowly started to change. I only understood the emotions of these things fully when I went back to my surgeon, in November, to get rid of some other birthmarks, which this time were on my face. The first two on my forehead were small. However, the last four were on the right side of my face. I hated them more than anything. They weren’t big, but they were close together that it looked I had one huge mole, and personally they looked enormous for me. (I totally understand why Enrique Iglesias only let photographers take pictures one side of his face in the old times.) Anyway, my mind was really busy with the idea to get rid of the last ones, because my doctor told me there will be a little mark on my face. Mole or scab? Which was better? I went with the latter. (Hehehe… this rhymes.)
I am slow healer so I still have a little pinkish line on my face, but it fades a little bit every day. Honestly, I am just so incredibly happy about it. I don’t even remember how my face looked before the surgery. My doctor was really careful and made a beautiful job.
Perhaps, my little body corrections don’t count as a plastic surgery for everyone, but for me it worth a full transformation. I don’t say that now I understand all those boob jobs and other crazy stuff to avoid aging, but I can understand when someone needs a little help to feel themselves beautiful. I just would be happy to see more about the realistic plastic surgeries, and less crazy ones. You know, while those mentioned TV shows were horrifying for me, it might give someone the wrong idea, and the may have judged their own look in a bad way.
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