“Sure, I’ll get my tubes tied!” I joked, “So long as while I’m under, they also do a boob job, tummy tuck and then liposuction the jello off my thighs.”
(Photo credit: Vanity Fair)
I’ve been thinking about plastic surgery lately. Granted, we would never be able to afford it, and even if we could I don’t know if I could rationalize the expense. But what if someone offered to pay for it? And you could be guaranteed that you wouldn’t die or suffer any freaky complications, like exploding implants, in the future? Would you do it then?
That’s what I’ve been grappling with, the ethics of it.
I just watched the Louis Theroux documentary on this topic and it was so intriguing. Before viewing it, I was,admittedly, of the thought that if someone were to finance the surgery (a wealthy benefactor who felt the world would be a better place if I were no longer able to tuck my boobs into the front pockets of my jeans) then I would totally go for it. But after watching others’ experience with plastic surgery and seeing how warped their views of their own bodies can become through the process in the pursuit for perfection, I am feeling a little more at peace with my floppy tummy flap thingie and sagging lady lumps.
My tummy is soft because it stretched three times to house our beautiful girls, my breasts hang because I used them to feed those same girls and I think that there is beauty to be found in the so-called imperfections we accumulate as we age. They tell the story of who we are.
Of course there is also the message that plastic surgery sends to our children to consider. If we are striving for physical perfection ourselves, they are going to fall right into the same vanity trap and we are perpetuating the cycle of unattainable body ideals.
For now, Spanx, push-up bras and one-piece bathing suits provide all the lifting and tucking I’m looking for.
What about you? Would you ever have plastic surgery or are you morally opposed to it?