To Do

Updated July 4, 2009

When I was 16, I remember either watching some television program about people obsessed with plastic surgery or reading a magazine article about it. It haunted me for days, and I vowed to myself that I would never be vain enough to have plastic surgery. I remember thinking even then that while there were things about my body that I didn’t like, my options were to either love and accept them, or work to change them naturally, without the aid of a scalpel.

I haven’t given in yet, but the temptation grows every year. Every year leaves me with saggier skin, more wrinkles, gray hairs, and other issues like terrible varicose veins in my legs – I’ve had those since I was 21, and have barely worn a skirt or shorts since. It’s pretty miserable in hot weather, and with all the advances in the field, it’s just a short outpatient surgery. It’s so very tempting, especially when I look at adorable skirts in shops or when I’m stuck in jeans in 100 degree heat.