long post, sorry
I am totally in favor of plastic surgery in moderation, although for some reason cheek/lip/butt/boob implants always creep me out unless they are reconstructive (mastectomy, etc.). But that's my own opinion. I want to have a couple kids and I would definitely get a breast lift after nursing if my body doesn't hold up well. And all the women in my family have really heavily-lidded eyes that get droopy to the point of interfering with vision, so I'm sure I'll have to have those fixed (like every woman in my family has, haha).
However, when I think about all the little procedures people do, and just keep fixing and fixing and fixing, it makes me pretty sad.
We all have fat and ugly days though, and especially in LA, it's hard not to wish you could just fix all your flaws. When I'm fixating on something, I try to either get some exercise or read, and the next day I don't even notice the little thing that bothered me the day before. Overall I like my body because it looks like me.
This post really helped me feel better about some scars I have from 12 years of sports/sports surgeries, though. It's by a woman named Stephanie Nielson who was in a plane crash that burned almost all of her body. She and I are completely different when it comes to beliefs and lifestyle, but whenever I read this piece of her writing, I always feel INSTANTLY better about myself and grateful for the body I have:
"I saw Lucy's darling pregnant-due-any-day-belly up close as she changed into a little make-shift swimming suit I produced for the moment (A sports bra and some old trunks)
to get into the hot tub with Betsy and my herd.
In despair after the accident, I looked at my thin, burned, frail body in disgust.
I would never ever look the same, or good enough to be in a swimming suit and with that,
I threw them all away.
All of them.
Even the cute polka dotted one-piece I got that was (if I do say so myself) pretty hot on.
I longed for beautiful and healthy skin, but more than that a baby in MY tummy.
After the troop came inside, we put jammies on the children and sat and watched them dance to Christmas music in my living room.
They are so innocent and I thought to myself, just how badly I wanted to protect them from anything and everything wrong and bad in the world.
Then I remembered how hard I was (and am) on myself sometimes.
I wish I had this and that-mostly physical. But WOW, look at what I have!!
I have a body! That is good enough for me. I have skin! That is good enough for me.
I don't care the shape its in- I have it, and I am so blessed.
And that is what I want my children to remember about their mother.
That I was always grateful for everything and anything I had.
Even if it is old, worn out, sad, ugly or burned.
I have it- and that is good enough"
(
http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-enough.html)