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"Michael thinks you're already beautiful, and he worries about you when you have surgery. Have you ever thought, Gosh, this isn't worth it?"
I have spent this last year focusing on myself in a series I wrote about turning 50. But, I got carried away and became a little too self-absorbed. I made a mistake. A huge mistake. Warning signs should have been noted but I kept plowing forward. I got botoxed! It is almost like being punked by yourself.
I am not suggesting that a little lip gloss at age 12 is a dreadful thing. I am talking about extremes here.
Language is never inconsequential. It is too easy to let self-harm pass for comical self-deprecation.
I know what you are thinking: The world really needs a new fad diet, and from a plastic surgeon no less! This is different, because it is a reasonable...
People who knew Chloe saw a spunky, smiley, and beautiful kid; strangers just stared at that thing on her head. The pediatrician brushed off my concerns, saying it was just a cosmetic issue. But I couldn't help the nagging feeling that her birthmark would always enter the room before she did.
We are tired. A long, bumpy flight yesterday and a short but early morning flight today. We are on the first day of our first mission with Operation Smile in David, Panama and the day has gone much as I had envisioned it would be.
We might think that everyone knows the facts about obesity and weight loss, but a recent article in the New England Journal of Medicine exposes a numb...
How do we distinguish the angst and insecurities felt by most teenagers from the pain resulting from bullying? Does all teasing between kids warrant prohibition, or is there room for some joking and fooling around? When things clearly go too far, who should intervene?
Almost 4 decades ago, fresh from the refugee camp of Vietnam, I was first made acutely aware of my own Asian looks by a schoolyard bully in my junior ...
The statistics are in. 2012 is officially the year of the silicone breast implant.
I have great tits. I'm not telling you that to brag, I'm just telling you that because there's not one part of my body, talent or personality you'll ever hear me say is great. But I have great tits, for a normal person, who doesn't photograph them for the Internet.
Researchers in Germany have decided that a 72-year-old human being today has the same probability of death as 30-year-old hunter-gatherers back in the cave man days.
Given the average boob job costs between $3,000 and $4,000, couldn't we find better ways to spend that money? Maybe spend it on something that will actually improve our well-being long term?
My grandma had bat wing arms. Her arm jiggle fascinated us kids. My cousin Rachel would reach across Granny's corset-clad girth, tap the wrinkled drape of skin and shriek with half-delight, half-horror as the bat wing came to life.
The other day, I got to see someone I hadn't seen in a long time -- the real me. It wasn't in a mirror, it was in the eyes of a 19-year-old boy at the supermarket checkout. Let me tell you, it was an eye-opener.
