Plastic surgery, how much is too much?

None of us is getting any younger. The sooner we accept it, the better off we'll all be. With age comes a variety of bodily changes, and they are all just fine, no need to become concerned. Everyone does it, yet some can't wrap their heads around the process as it applies to them. So, they start picking themselves apart, wrinkle by wrinkle, sag after sag. What purpose does this serve?  All it has the potential to do is create drama where it's unnecessary and cause depression and frustration. Totally worth it. And the worst part is, we don't even take a moment to notice who else is being affected by our own negative self-opinions. Today's youth are watching us and taking notes. We are sending a horrific message to them. Getting old is bad and you are never good enough. Face it, it's not just those of us racing against time who are going under the knife. Teenagers are having plastic surgery these days and they aren't even finished maturing into what they'll look like as adults. Having no clue what that means, they are researching plastic surgeons and asking for boobs and new noses for Christmas.
Moving from youngest to oldest, can someone please explain to me why a 14 year old NEEDS liposuction? Can't they just be more active? Being the ones having the highest metabolisms among all human Earth dwellers, I'm fairly certain it wouldn't take much to shave off the few pounds that are tweaking them. My mom would stop buying cookies and ice cream when she thought we could all use a slim down, and being none the wiser, all I'd notice was that my clothes fit better. But it isn't just weight, because teens have already discovered the beauty of eating disorders and use them to be skinnier than their friends.They are looking at their noses, their asses, and their ta-tas. Unless you are a Jewish Iranian Sicilian, your nose is probably a load nicer than you perceive it to be. Look at your mom, she's beautiful, isn't she? She's your peek into the future. Is your nose as offensive to you now?
Bigger asses and bigger boobs. Retail manufacturers make butt pads and bra enhancers for the ultra vain customer. Here's the facts as I see them. You are either born with booty or you've eaten your way to booty, but you can't water it and hope it'll grow. We are either genetically predisposed to a bubble butt or we're not. Many white chicks have flat asses. Why do you think Abercrombie and Fitch and Hollister are making a fortune selling those goddamn jeans that only fit white teenagers? Cut with 12 year old boys in mind, they wouldn't fit over my ass if I used a high-powered winch to yank them up. Rewinding the tape back to the fact that you want to be as thin as a fucking rail, realize that having no ass is part of the package. Asking a doctor to implant a little ghetto into your pancake ass after you've vomited it away is totally fucktarded.
Fast forward to boobies. So many still-developing teens are watching TV and movies and seeing actresses who have been surgically altered to look like human Barbie dolls. Wanting desperately to look like their screen idols, they beg their parents for boob jobs instead of clothing or jewelry for Christmas or their birthdays. Boobs continue to grow throughout the teen years if you are blessed to have females in your family with major league yabbos. Even if the women in your lineage have average cans, they'll grow a little bit and fill out to their predestined capacity during this time. Let's not even go that far into the future and mention pregnancy and its affect on the ladies in your shirt. Risking your life, because any surgery comes with the risk of death, for a set of sweater puppets is incredibly moronic. Women and girls with huge boobs will tell you, they aren't all they are cracked up to be. Try buying cute tops in the summer that don't make you look like a prostitute with overflowing jugs. Not happening.
Learning to age gracefully is almost impossible in our society. The wisdom of our elders is not respected anymore, old people are seen as feeble and helpless. They are also seen as unattractive. Nobody wants to have gray hair, wrinkles, thinner skin, sagging anything. Grays used to be considered dignified and gave people credibility that younger folks hadn't earned yet. Wrinkles were seen as a result of a life fully lived, laughter and tears that left their permanent marks on one's face. Now that is far from the case. We are appalled at a woman who hasn't touched up her roots and covered those god-awful grays. We spend inordinate amounts of money on creams and serums to smooth out those fine lines that reflect our memories. God forbid anyone sees that papery skin pop up on the back of their hands! Quick, call the salon and book a paraffin manicure, now!!!
The truth be told, I am not in love with the wrinkles or the papery skin I'm noticing on my once youthful body. I've purchased the creams and serums and diligently applied them until I got bored or too cheap to continue the charade. I say charade because I am well-aware of how old I am and actually accept most of it with some semblance of grace. But I have seen women my age and older who can't seem to travel as maturely as I into middle age and beyond.  They have sought out professionals, doctors, aestheticians, and anyone who promises to dip them into the fountain of youth. Never satisfied, and why does this surprise me since they don't like the way they look to begin with, they have multiple surgeries and procedures to attempt to recover their lost beauty.

A nip here, a tuck there, it's only the beginning. If it ended with an eye lift, I don't think this would be a topic today. But it doesn't end there. After the eye life, comes the face lift, the brow lift, the nose sculpting, the cheek implants, the jaw reconstruction or implants, the neck lift, the collagen implants to puff up their lips like fucking off-kilter balloons, botox to rid any remnant wrinkles, liposuction, tummy tucks, ass lifts, boob lifts, lasers to eradicate spider veins, dermabrasions, and the list goes on and on. There are more procedures than I have the patience to type right now. What these dumb fucks don't realize is that these surgeries, procedures, needles filled with poison, fuck all, are not making them more attractive. They are creating freakish looking monsters that scare small children. When you can't move your eyebrows to show any expression beyond shock, that's not pretty. If you can't crack a smile because your face is pulled back behind your head, you are no beauty queen, sister.

The problem is, no matter how great or expensive your plastic surgeon is, most fake things are recognizable as fake. Most 55-60 year old women have wrinkles, a little sag around the jawline, and a bit of turkey neck. It's ok, really. So when you see one whose face looks so tight you can bounce a quarter off her cheek, you know without a doubt she's be nipped and tucked to within an inch of her life. Just like when you see someone with 44EEE's and they are standing at attention, defying all the laws of gravity as you've learned them, you can confidently yell out, "That bitch has bolt-ons!" and be totally correct. Fake is fake and it's hard to disguise it. The other thing fake is...it's ugly as day-old shit. Looking like human caricature of yourself is not beautiful, it's frightening. You can't say that you look in the mirror after having your face stretched and implanted and yanked to and fro, and actually like what you see.  Then you aren't only butt ugly, you're a liar, too.

Ladies, and I'm addressing you specifically, stop the goddamn madness! Quit putting so much emphasis on your looks and start working on what's inside. Fix your wretched personalities, learn how to treat others with respect, value the wisdom of your elders, and support and encourage our teenage girls to be the best THEM they can be and that beauty lies within not across their chests. The rise of superficiality is the downfall of our society, placing more value on outward appearances than kindness for our fellow man. We can end this bullshit if we just take a moment and really look at ourselves, I mean really look. Is what you see THAT bad? Or can you see your mom's smile across your face as you get older? Are those your dad's wrinkles next to your eyes when you laugh? You wouldn't dream of calling your parents ugly, their love for you shone through their eyes every time they looked at you. That's what beauty looks like. It doesn't require anesthesia and a scalpel.  Are you friggin kidding me right now???

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