I always took plastic surgery as a rather recent term. It is rather odd. I have it on good authority from the folks over at Wikipedia Towers that it’s actually Greek. Something to do with arts and modelling. I think clay is mentioned. I really wasn’t paying much attention.
Well, my feet are okay. Not too big, not too small. Legs are fine. Bit hairy. Don’t think I need plastic surgery for that. Well, maybe a laser. Torso? Erm, well, it looks a bit weird but so do the rest of me. My arms are really odd as well. I’m generally an oddball. My face? Well, the less said about that the better.
I know it seems like I’m having a bit of a go at the way I look, but like with all people, you can’t change the way you were made. That is how you look. Don’t go changing. Sang Billy Joel. Although it should be noted that his daughter had plastic surgery. True story.
I think we should all be happy in our own skin. We should be proud of who we are. I know it’s not that easy and there are all kinds of pressures weighing down on us these days, but personally, I wouldn’t change a thing.
I’m absolutely gorgeous (cough, splutter, choke).
Would you have plastic surgery, guys?
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