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via Pinterest Cosmetic Surgery is a touchy subject - well at least it is here in South Africa. I'm not sure why it is still so taboo, even in 2014?! It may not be for everyone but I don't see why people should frown upon it.
I am in two minds about cosmetic surgery: I believe in it and I don't. I guess it follows my stance on most things:
everything in moderation. I believe in using the skills and expertise of a great, reputable surgeon to help you look a certain way and gain confidence. I do not believe in using thousands of Rands/Pounds/Dollars to make yourself look fake. I know plenty of people who have used cosmetic surgery in so many good ways, I have heard some horrifying stories of people being butchered and I've seen some serious plastic working around.
I have had cosmetic surgery. Three times.
There, I said it! Now that that is out of the way, I can explain myself. Because I want to, and not because I have to.
My first taste of the knife was when I was just thirteen years old. (
Gasp! Shock! Horror!) And it was purely for medical reasons. I went to a local water park, went down a slide forward facing (just as you are not supposed to!) and went head first into the bottom of the pool. I came up to find my fingers stuck in a gaping hole in my forehead and blood flowing steadily. I was rushed to hospital where a plastic surgeon stitched the hole closed by pulling my forehead skin to my hairline to avoid a 40 stitch Harry Potter scar across my forehead. Instead, I have a very faint Nike tick scar on my hairline - you can only really see it when it's really cold as it goes a slight purple colour. This cosmetic surgery helped and was needed in so many ways.
My second encounter with the knife was voluntary and vain (as most people will say). In 2010, two months before I walked down the aisle, I had breast augmentation surgery. I had very little breasts but they were an odd shape. They started very low down my chest and I have a protruding chest bone on my left side of my chest - both which I hated. They looked horrible in vests, strappy dresses, pyjamas and swimwear. I wanted something fuller - especially for my wedding dress and bikinis on honeymoon. So in August 2010, I went under general anaesthetic and under the knife - and I woke up to fuller and perkier breasts and two tiny scars. I was delighted and felt like a new person. I loved the way my wedding dress fitted me and I felt good on honeymoon and for months after.