When my daughter was seven, she asked me how old I was when I got that “boobie surgery.”
I was confused as to what she meant and asked her, “What surgery are you talking about?”
“You know, the one that all mommies get to make their boobies bigger.”
Here she was, my innocent little daughter, in first grade, and already she was forming these opinions that all women were supposed to have bigger boobs. I was shocked and explained to her that my boobs were my own and I was very happy with what God had given to me. I think at that point, that’s where the discussion ended. Which, at that age, it’s where it should have ended.
She’s almost 12 now, and we live in a place where there is plastic everywhere, and I mean no disrespect to the women who choose to enhance. I just don’t get why so many women feel the need to do it.
This morning, I was on the phone to schedule my mammogram, and the first question the woman asked me was, “Do you have implants?” I said, “No. That’s not your normal answer around here is it?” She laughed, and admitted that I was the minority actually. I do hear people say when it comes to plastic surgery and women, it’s not a matter of if, it’s a matter of when. Really? Wow.
The other day, a friend and I walked by a woman who had had substantial work done everywhere. You could clearly see EVERYTHING through her shirt and bra, and I mean EVERYTHING, and it was obvious she went out of the house intending to share it with the world. As we walked by her, my eyes zoomed from her face to her chest in a frenzy, face-to-chest, face-to-chest, face-to-chest. I couldn’t get enough of what I was looking at. Only because I wanted to understand it.
She wasn’t attractive. She wasn’t beautiful. Frankly, she was a mess. There was no way we could suppress our giggles or comments, although we tried. “I can’t believe that woman thinks she looks good?”
Why do they do that to themselves when they were probably very pretty women to begin with? Did they have such low self-esteem pre-plastic that surgery was the only way to make themselves feel better?
I personally cannot understand it, and don’t think I ever will. Can someone please explain it to me? It’s craziness.