Okay, I realize that I rant and rave on here a lot about the things that irk me and just tick me off in general. But there are a few things about women that really truly cut me to the core and one of them includes plastic surgery. I am all okay and dandy if you want to cut yourself up into tiny pieces that's fine but leave the 'enhancements' alone. You look ridiculous, trust me.
So, after Heidi Montag tried to recreate herself as Barbie I really became upset with the whole plastic surgery thing. If you lost a ton of weight and want to have a non rain drop looking body back, then by all means cut away. If your boobs look like rocket ships and you have horrible dips in your shoulders from gigantic, scary bras... hack 'em off! Heck, last year before I found out I was preggo and my boobs swelled to an F cup (no joke) I was seriously considering getting my nipples hemmed. I have had boobs since I was ten. It was like one day I woke up and BAM! there they were. I remember waking up one day going, "what the hell are those? where did THEY come from?" They weren't just little mosquito bites, they were huge, so I get the whole confidence thing. Body stretched out from gigantor the baby... if you want to nip and hem 'er up ladies, it's your perogative.
However, just because someone in the sandbox told you your nose was slightly large, pointy, upended, small, button-like or generally not plasticized does not give you a free pass to look like a crack head with 'teflon nose'. We all know you had a 'little work done' so don't even try to throw it into the ring that you had a deviated septum because your nose looks like you could barely get a pixie stick up there! How do you pick that if you got a super booger? Do you get super boogers if you've had your nose hacked away?
When are we going to get up enough courage to tell people to buzz off that you are you and that's okay?! I am so sick and tired of being told I'm not good enough, pretty enough, thin enough etc. I like me. I like everything about myself; cellulite, scars, stretch marks, batwings, back bacon, freckles, eczema, psoriasis and pasty white complexion and all. I am a real person, no work done and I actually LIKE me. I don't think I would know what to do if I had changed anything about myself. Who would that person looking back in the mirror be? Everything I have gone through, horrible surgeries to save my life, surgeries to bring a life into this world have made me who I am and I don't want to change that. That being said, back in junior high when I had finger like protrusions coming off my forehead I may have wanted to change my look, but I just don't think surgery would have made anything better and I don't think plastic surgery should ever really be elective... ever.
Surgery is such a serious thing, why would you want to go into it unnecessarily? What if you went in perfectly normal and came out horribly deformed? It happens everyday from desperate women begging to look like someone else. It breaks my heart that they were never told how wonderful, beautiful, unique and fantastic they are or that they never saw how beautiful and awesome they truly are.
Here is my challenge to you. I want you to look in the mirror and tell yourself that you are beautiful, you are strong and you are fantastic. Believe it! Pick out something about yourself that you are proud of and love about yourself. And then I want you to tell another woman you know that they are beautiful, strong and fantastic and make them believe it. Women are such unique, beautiful and amazing creatures and I think it's about time that we start believing it and stand up to the people telling us we are inadequate.
Self confidence is contagious, (much less devastating than the flu virus or the "poop flu") so pass it on!
Love,
Suzs <3
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