Not because I’m opposed (I come from a family of proud plastic-surgery and Botox advocates), but because it never occurred to me that I didn’t have to wait until I was 60 and then get the full lift-that I could make small tweaks along the way.Ĭhoosing a type is best left up to the doctor based on your needs, but the smorgasbord is vast. Until a few years ago, my commitment to vanity was purely surface- keratin treatments, at-home dermaplaning, hot tools, serums, supplements, Swiss Kriss laxative facials-I’d never gone to a plastic surgeon, experimented with dermal fillers, or spent any legit money on one single alteration. When it comes to myself, though, well enough is rarely left alone. Much like a therapist unable to take her own advice, I see others-large noses, small noses, fine hair, coarse hair, curvy bodies, lanky bodies-and fixate on, and often envy, their striking brand of beauty. Rather, I’m in a constant state of self-change. One might say I have an obsession with myself, though not in a way that allows me to move through the world feeling especially at ease with what nature has bestowed upon me.
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