Yes, I Had Cosmetic Surgery
Okay, here’s yet another thing you don’t know about me…are you ready? Here goes…Okay, wait, now I’m not ready. Okay! Ok…now I’m really gonna do it..I’m gonna confess…
I HAD COSMETIC SURGERY.
No it wasn’t a boob job (though I could use one) or a face lift (could use even more) or a butt tuck or even lipo.
No. I got my very own chin.
I clearly remember the first time I realized I had no chin, I was about seven and we went to a department store to buy school clothes and they had this three way mirror. I remember the feeling of falling through the floor when I realized how I looked from the side. I guess, being seven, I had just assumed I was a normal little kid, even cute like my sister and my cousins. I don’t think I ever felt quite the same after that, from that moment on I knew I was different, I didn’t look like anyone else around me. Inevitably, the other kids began letting me know I looked funny too, and I became very shy and let my hair hang in my face and did my best to become invisible.
When I got into my thirties I decided I needed a chin, I knew my husband loved me just the way I was, but I felt like my chinless state made me seem…weak somehow. I saved up for about a year, then scheduled the surgery. The Doctor joked that he was putting in his “Dolly Parton” chin implant because I had so little chin. The surgery itself wasn’t that bad, but OMG! The post op pain was unreal. I’ve had a couple of surgeries since (bladder, lumpectomy) but nothing that could compare with that pain…it was like every tooth in my head was abscessed and I couldn’t open my mouth more than an inch. It was twenty four hours of agony, but the strange thing is, I would do it again in a heartbeat. I love my new chin! I still have what some people might think of as a slightly “weak” chin, but it still a vast improvement! So for anyone thinking about chin surgery, I say go for it. You won’t regret it.
August 19th, 2007 at 10:01 am
[...] Cass over at Digi-Cass does a Self Portrait Sunday every week. I thought I’d try it, but I don’t know if I’m up to doing it every Sunday, we’ll see. I’d much rather take pictures of my kids and my dogs. I hate getting my picture taken…I always look like I’m running for Village Idiot. Actually, I hear Village Idiot isn’t such a bad job, it’s a federal job so you get a pension and paid holidays… I especially hate close-up pictures, where every little hair, wrinkle and third eye shows, but I recently read that readers like a face to attach to the words, so here goes. [...]