Plastic surgery is one of those things that everyone likes to state their opinions on like gay marriage or religion.
I like to think of plastic surgery as the same as getting braces. Lets compare the process:
Braces: You go to a medical professional (orthodontist), consult, think about it for a few weeks, pay a lot of money for something that most of the time is only useful to changing your appearance and there you have it, perfectly straight and attractive teeth.
Plastic Surgery: You go to a medical professional (plastic surgeon), consult, think about it for a few weeks,pay a lot of money for something that most of the time is only useful to changing your appearance and there you have it, a body part that you were once insecure about is now a body part that makes you feel confident.
The processes are quite similar to me. Every time someone judges me for my nose job I look at their teeth. If they have perfect straight teeth, I assume that they most probably have had braces at some point and I quietly dismiss their opinion.
People tell you that you shouldn’t get plastic surgery. They say that you are beautiful the way you are. They say that all of God’s creations are perfect. They say your imperfections make you, you. They say you are beautiful on the inside and that’s all that matters. If that is true, then why does it matter if you change something about your appearance? Cutting out that speed bump on your nose doesn’t change who you are on the inside. And who you are on the inside is all that matters right? From where I sit, saying ‘it’s whats on the inside that counts’ can actually have the opposite effect. It all depends on your perspective.
At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter what my opinion is (which is pro plastic surgery and pro choice in case you couldn’t tell). It doesn’t matter what anyone else’s opinion is. What matters is what you think of yourself. If you need (or even just want) to get some surgical enhancements then that’s okay. If you never want it, then that’s okay too. I was a person who once said ‘I would never get a nose job’. Just look at me now (Hint: I’ve had a nose job. Blog post coming on that soon).
I don’t know why there are so many marks on my face but this is one of the photos of me straight out of surgery!
At home. Day 2 (I think). Looking lovely and swollen.
Going into a surgery this common you start to hear a lot of stories. Anywhere from people who have had the worst experience of their life to people who thought it was a breeze. While listening to these stories can be panicking, they can also prove to be helpful. For me, an anxiety sufferer, it is helpful to know exactly what I am getting into. This meant asking everyone I know who got their wisdom teeth out how it was for them as well as the occasional search on youtube for funny post surgery behaviour.
I had all four of my teeth out, in hospital and under general aesthetic. The worst part of the hospital experience was the crying babies I could hear the whole time. If you want to know exactly how bad it sounded just search ‘exorcism’ on youtube and the screams of someone possessed by the devil comes close. The most shocking part of the hospital experience was the disgusting mouth wash they made me use before going into surgery. No one warned me about this. But to be fair, I am a baby and find even the smallest of things (like mouth wash) difficult. The worst part about recovery was the annoyance of the swelling. This is pretty hard to explain but when you feel it, you’ll know what I mean. It’s just annoying. The worst part about the weeks after recovery was the constant salt water rinsing. I didn’t have a problem with this for the first few days but doing it 3 times a day for a period of 4-6 weeks is a slight turn off.
As you can see I look swollen, out of proportion and slightly dead.
I was lucky enough to only have a slight amount of bleeding!
Now lets move onto the best parts. The best part of the hospital experience was the cute nurse walking by every so often. Although this is not standard for every hospital the sheer thought of finding your nurse soulmate is enough to get you to the hospital to begin with. In saying that, no one falls in love when looking like a chubby cheeked snapchat filter in real life. The best part of the recovery was being waited on hand and food. I’m not gonna lie, I milked this for as long as I could with my family.
Overall, it was by no means the worst week of my life. It was actually quite nice to watch Gilmore Girls uninterrupted for a week straight. My biggest tip for you would just to make sure you are comfortable. For me that meant pillows, pillows and more pillows.
If you have any questions feel free to leave them in the comments! I would be more than happy to answer anything to make you feel more comfortable about the surgery.
Most of you have probably seen on social media that World Mental Health Day is 10 October. Although it has now rolled around to the 11th in Australia, I thought that it is never too late to write a post on mental health. We all know someone who has struggled with mental health or we are the ones who have struggled ourselves. Personally, I know a lot of people who have been through tough times mental health wise as well as going through it myself so I have a lot to say on the topic (so expect many more posts to come).
What I think is important to understand is that mental illness does not have an off switch. In my experience, people who don’t suffer from mental illness don’t particularly understand this. Simply telling someone to ‘get over it’ will not make everything better. It’s like telling someone with a broken arm to just ‘get over it’ and ‘tell yourself to feel better and you will’. While I do believe that positive self talk helps you to manage your mental illness, it won’t make it completely disappear. So don’t feel bad if you’ve been doing really well all week and then suddenly you wake up one morning not feeling like yourself. It happens. It’s happened to me today.
Some days are better than others. Some weeks are better than others. Some years are better than others. And sometimes you just have to tell yourself congratulations for making it through the day. So this is me, on mental health day, telling you congratulations and that I’m proud of you. You’re doing great 🙂