30. Unpretty – TLC 1999
You can buy your hair if it won't grow
You can fix your nose if he says so
You can buy all the make-up
That M.A.C. can make
But if you can't look inside you
Find out who am I
To be in the position that make me feel
So damn unpretty
Okay, so today’s post is a bit of a contrast the last
post, which discussed the unbelievably pretty Victoria’s Secret angels.
Today we’re discussing the very unpretty body image issues a lot of women are
faced with, whether the issues are real or perceived.
I have a
cousin that is known for her good looks. She and her eventual husband met while
they were both young and good looking, but after marriage and about five kids I
guess the passion was starting to wane. He started fooling around on her. I’m
not saying that my cousin wouldn’t have cheated on him – I don’t know if she
would have or not – just that with five kids to care for, she didn’t have much
of an opportunity to pay the degradation back to her hubby. Anyhow, in an
attempt to save their marriage she had a boob-job.
That’s right, their theory seemed
to be that her now saggy boobs were the cause of his infidelity.
So, boobs now back to their old
(young?) perky selves, marriage apparently repaired, life moving on, they had
another kid.
I’m also not saying that the new
kid wasn’t wanted or loved, but the cherub did no favours for the marriage or
the boob-job. Needless to say, my cousin is now divorced and the boob-job was a
massive waste on many levels.
So, my point is how superficial
the plastic surgery industry is. That said, I’m currently on a waitlist for a
boob-job.
You read that correctly. I’m
going to have a boob-job.
Before I get crucified for being
a hypocrite, I want to remind you that, as discussed in Post
18, I’ve had a mastectomy.
It’s been about 18 months since
having a mastectomy and I’m counting down the days to my boob-job. I am so over
hiding the very defined unevenness behind clothes, even hiding from my partner.
As mentioned in Post
18, I was pissed that they wanted to reduce the one boob I have left. I’ve
since had the boob reduction and, I’ve got to say, I’m feeling better about
myself. I haven’t been this perky since I was in my twenties. While I have
clearly been getting by for 18 months with only one boob, the psychological
benefits I am hoping will come with my soon-to-come boob implant are
immeasurable.
The point to all this is that I
didn’t realise how much my boobs were part of what made me ‘Oh my god! A
woman!’ until I lost one of them . . . and that size isn’t everything. It’s
just a shame that the totally vain field of plastic surgery evolved from
something as admirable as reconstructive surgery.
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