As The Huffington Post itself reported recently, chin augmentation is the fastest-growing type of plastic surgery today. The American Society of Plas...
I know people who know you. You're like Kevin Bacon in liquid form.
Walking to the bathroom mirror, I stare deeply at my face. What would I change about it if I could? Then it occurs to me that my unstable and borderline psychotic alter-ego might be interested in a very large, plush and cushiony new forehead. Time to go shopping for my new face!
I find it ironic -- and sad -- that cosmetic procedures intended to perfect people's bodies and improve their self-esteem too often lead to the opposite outcome.
When I grow up, I want to be Julia Ormond. Not the unsatisfied booze-swilling character she plays on Mad Men but the woman herself. A woman who appears comfortable in her own skin, even as she ages.
A large percentage of women are not informed about breast reconstruction during the surgical decision-making process for their cancer, in spite of the...
There may be ageless, perfectly fit people out there who've never had a thing done, but I don't want to know them. I'm interested in the women who admit their beauty requires Herculean tasks.
After years of stagnancy at the FDA in which the newest implants enjoyed by women outside from the U.S. were kept from American women, those needing reconstruction after mastectomy or wanting an augmentation will have more choices.
It used to be that nearly every article of clothing was custom-made, from shirts to hats to shoes; people made them themselves, or visited the tailor,...
In a fit of ultimate people-pleasing mode (and probably one too many purple energy pills one day), I agreed to write about what it's like to date after twenty-two years of marriage.
When did growing older become a medical condition that needs to be treated? Probably about the same time that pharmaceutical companies realized how much money they could make by playing on our insecurities.
The more she talked, the more confident I felt that my version of post-50 life would be the future of aging in America: embracing your age, laugh lines and all.
I sit in a salon chair with each one of those large breasts beside my two ears as Crystal stands behind me checking my current hair color under the light.
My husband, Buffoon, doesn't think Angelina Jolie is beautiful. He needs glasses, but so what? I'm not saying he thinks I'm a knock-out, but he did marry me back in the day when I looked fairly attractive.
Is buying Spanx buying into an oppressive ideal? Does dabbling in fillers make one a tool of the patriarchy?