Growing up, I had a noticeable difference between my ears. One protruded more than the other, a quirky genetic trait shared by a few family members. As a kid, I tried everything from taping my ear back to sleeping on one side, hoping that one day I’d wake up with symmetry. But as I grew older, especially during my teenage years, I learned to embrace my uniqueness. I wore my hair in ponytails and donned little hoop earrings, hardly concerned about how others perceived my appearance.
In my twenties, I watched as plastic surgery shows gained popularity. Women began opting for breast augmentations, liposuction, and then moved on to lip fillers and butt enhancements. The rise of non-invasive treatments that promised to banish stubborn fat and erase wrinkles only added to my disdain. I couldn’t understand how someone could be so dissatisfied with their appearance that they’d risk surgery. After all, if I could feel confident about my uneven ears, why couldn’t someone else accept their B-cup breasts? I thought there were far more pressing matters in life than physical aesthetics.
However, my perspective shifted dramatically in my mid-thirties when I was diagnosed with breast cancer. The moment my oncologist mentioned “mastectomy,” my heart sank. I was thrown into a whirlwind of emotions. As someone who was indifferent to trends or makeup, the thought of losing my breasts was devastating. I learned that opting for a lumpectomy carried a higher risk of cancer returning and that it might not effectively remove all the cancer cells. After much deliberation, I chose to undergo a bi-lateral, direct-to-implant, skin-and-nipple-sparing mastectomy.
My friends and family rallied around me, offering their unwavering support. Many voiced that they would make the same choice if they were in my shoes, reminding me that “they’re just breasts.” I told myself that I didn’t need my breasts for nursing since my children were adopted, and I had accepted my flat-chested figure long ago. Yet, faced with the choice of living without breasts or opting for implants, I couldn’t dismiss the idea of surgery. At thirty-five, I felt too young to be without them.
Walking into my plastic surgeon’s office for the first time was a surreal experience. The space was immaculate, with glossy decor, a sparkling chandelier, and shiny brochures displayed on sleek tables. I was startled to see an unexpected diversity among the women waiting: different ages, body types, and backgrounds. Contrary to my assumptions, the room was filled with everyday women, not those who looked overly “done.” Guilt washed over me as I reflected on my judgments about those who chose plastic surgery.
When my turn came, I was anxious but reminded myself that this surgeon was part of my healing journey. When she entered the room, her warmth and confidence put me at ease. I expected her to suggest additional procedures, thinking she’d criticize my casual attire and minimal makeup. But, to my relief, she was professional and respectful. She listened to my concerns, offering various options tailored to me.
Over the next two years, I visited her office multiple times for check-ups and surgical drain removals. Each visit broadened my understanding of why people opt for plastic surgery. I learned about breast reconstruction after surgery, “Mommy Makeovers” for those who had completed their families, and breast reductions for those suffering from back pain. Online testimonials revealed stories of individuals who underwent rhinoplasty for improved breathing, significantly enhancing their quality of life.
I came to realize that a healthy lifestyle, while important, doesn’t always yield the results one hopes for. Sometimes, plastic surgery is the best or only option available. If someone chooses to pursue it, that’s their choice and doesn’t affect me.
Reflecting on my earlier judgments, I see now that I assumed women who chose cosmetic procedures were superficial or insecure. Yet, my own experience taught me that if someone can afford the surgery and it brings them joy, then why not embrace it?
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In summary, I learned the importance of empathy and understanding when it comes to choices about our bodies. My journey transformed my viewpoint on cosmetic surgery, revealing that it can be a valid choice for many women.