Today I woke up so tired. But it's off to work, then make dinner, do laundry, hopefully make a journal. Then bed. So I had better get over being tired! My pain level is remarkably lower today. Hopefully it will stay that way!
Yesterday, I saw a girl I know. She had a breast augmentation. Now her breasts are HUGE. Seriously. She has a tiny frame and these things are as big as her head. And, for whatever reason, seeing her made me start thinking.
Knowing her, I knew she must have had the surgery to keep her man interested. And I was wondering to what lengths I would go for such a goal. Would I go under the knife? Perhaps when I was in my 20's. But now? No way. In fact, all I would do for anyone other than me is all the same stuff I would do for me. Watch what I eat, exercise, meditate, apply natural looking makeup. There is nothing to gain from plastic surgery. Don't get me wrong, I don't judge others for it... (this all came up from a comment the augmentation girl made to me). I think there certainly is a time and place for augmentation of any sort. Sometimes, breast augmentations are to make clothes fit better, or to boost self esteem. And as far as rhinoplasty, face lifts, botox, etc... my opinion is that it has it's pros and cons. Someday, I may see a personal need for it.
Personal need though... I don't think I would ever go to those lengths to attract someone else. What would be the point? Or to hold onto someone else? No way!
These thoughts don't usually even occur to me, but seeing her yesterday... for whatever reason, self-analysis was the result. Not the self-ridiculing kind of the past. But a complete acceptance of my physical form. What an interesting occurance! I have turned a corner in my life.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Posted by Robynsart at 4:48 AM
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L*O*V*E this photo- you need to add this to your ETSY, for sure!!!!!
thank you, Sandy!!! I will do that this evening! Thanks for everything!
Dear Robyn,
Speaking as a guy -- what attracts me to women (and did so to my wife) was NOT the size of her breasts, but her eyes, first -- and THEN, through her eyes, all of those magical things that exist inside the female mind. Things I try to discover bit by bit each day. (Eleanor as a character helps me do this.)
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On another note, going to New Orleans this weekend for the Faulkner Conference, and I'll be meeting with a couple of editors about Eleanor. Any good vibes would be super.
If you don't hear from me for a few days, it's because I'm "absorbing" all that's around me.
Keep up your great posts, in the meanwhile, and the photos, etc..
"More cheers for Robyn!" says Eleanor, who is very excited about New Orleans.
-- Geoff
I love how THEY don't call it 'plastic surgery' anymore. I still do. In most cases, I totally disagree with plastic surgery. I think how we look is part of the journey. And if you change that by means that are not natural, then you're changing your journey and perhaps not learning something that you were supposed to. This also part of what I said on my blog on my birthday - I wouldn't want to be any other age and I don't want to look like any other age than what I am. Every line and wrinkle that I have has been HARD EARNED and I'm keeping them! They're part of what comes with the wisdom I've gained. I'm not trading that for ANYTHING!!!! I am lucky that I do look young for my age. People are constantly taken aback when they find out I have a 17 year old. So maybe it's 'easy' for me to think this way.
Cool picture. You have an eye, well two eyes. ;)
~Tiny Snowflakes~
Melissa
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