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I've given this (plastic surgery/breast reduction) a lot of thought over the years. Not because I want to.
I am a woman of cleavage. Cleavage-laden, you might say. Most of the time, I like it/them, but my parents feel very strongly that a breast reduction operation would increase my chances of getting married. Strange, strange people, I know.
What I have discovered about breast reduction surgery is that they cut off (well, around) your nipples, make a cut in the underneath of your breast, remove some tissue, sew you up again, and then sew your nipples back on. You might have smaller breasts, but you also (a) are covered in seams, and (b) have no sensitivity in your nipples, which would bother me quite a lot. I have, of course, decided not to do this.
Apart from, as Kit-Kat said, reconstructive surgery, and gender realignment surgery, I don't understand cosmetic plastic surgery, including botox/collagen.
It says something about living in a world where you can go out and buy whatever you want. About the cult of youth and perfection. About never being happy with what you've got. About trying really hard to look like someone who may look pretty good in a photo/on screen, but you can be damned sure looks deeply strange in real life.
In my more rational moments, I say you have to live with the body you've got. |
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