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To Tummy Tuck or Not to Tummy Tuck, that is the question... |
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Written by Hulya Aksu
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Thursday, 20 December 2007 |
I always wanted to know what happens when you get a tummy tuck and than get pregnant. I also wondered what happens when you get a boob lift, do you also need the implant? Or is that enough? What about Botox, do your wrinkles get worse after using it, or better? Here is another one: what happens when you take fat from your tush and inject it into the smile lines you inherited from your mom, betrayal or revenge? What is worse a droopy derrière or saggy tatas, and which one is harder to fix? At what point to do you say, I did my best with exercise, dieted.... hello lipo? You get my point....
Last night we had a mom's night out at the Institute of Facial and Cosmetic Surgery in Lansdowne. A dozen of us went down for an evening with the doctor's David K. Moose,Suketu I. Patel, Louis D. Potyondy and staff. They had food and wine for us and very useful information. They showed us some amazing before and after photos of their own clients. The noses...wow.. the facelifts, the injections, the tummy tucks, and the list goes on.
I left with a feeling of uncertainty in my belly. I am sure I will at some point employ some or all of the techniques I saw last night. But the question is at what point do you start. Do I wait until I am old or do I start tweaking stuff now? Ever so subtle.
Do I look like me one day and someone else the other or do I gradually introduce the new me to the family? Can you keep yourself and the laugh lines, can you keep the sparkle in your smile that some call crow's feet ( a mom at the event told me about the sparkle)?
The doctors showed us that there are ways in which you can keep or even preserve your battle wounds. Your badge of motherhood. You can also fight the aging process and even is you can't stop it, you can slow it down. You can look rested even if you are not and you take the Mexican Holiday patches off your forehead without scaring your kids and letting them think Freddie moved in.
I guess plastic surgery is not a black and white decision. It is a difficult one to make and once you make it, it is just a matter of staying true to your self and not getting carried away. Accept the fact you will never be your perky 22 year old self again. Celebrate the older you. Never! I will never celebrate a single wrinkle. I vow to however, celebrate every ounce of wisdom that happens to come with that wrinkle.
Cheers!
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