The problem with getting Botox just on your forehead, between your eyebrows and at the bridge of your nose, is that it makes every other part of your face look like crap. All elasticity challenged areas are accentuated due to the collagen deficiency, and that bitch of all bitches, gravity.
However, every seven to nine months, my forehead looks AMAZING. I see a dermatologist (upper east side all the way baby) who hits me with a few extra shots on the forehead. I’ve had lines there since I was twelve. No joke. I’m pretty sure it’s from all of the faces that I used to (and still) make.
A while back I was in a restaurant in Los Angeles with some friends. The waitress came over to our table, took our order, and when she was done writing, she looked at me and said, “You made like so many faces in the short amount time it took me to write down your order.” I’m not sure that was a compliment but like I’m want to do, I took it as such. She probably wasn’t used to seeing people in L.A. who are able to make faces.
My friend’s husband is very anti plastic surgery; injections, fillers, what have you. In the past, she’s been able to keep any ‘work’ that she had done from him. She does so because he gives her grief just talking about plastic surgery. He can’t understand why she’d want to alter herself. He thinks she’s beautiful the way she is, and instead, sees wanting these enhancements, stemming from deep seeded emotional issues, and her inability to accept herself for who she is.
My boyfriend, on the other hand, is pro whatever I want to do to look and feel my best. And lucky for him, Rhinoplasty, and Botox are on my list. I’m not sure whose perspective I like better. On the one hand, I don’t make any correlation between changing something that I don’t like, be it wrinkles, bumps or an eyelash tint, with self-esteem, self-worth, or any other self-ness. Nothing profound going on here. For me, it’s simply not going down without a fight. That being said, I don’t looking at any of the Housewives, in any city, and shout, “Ooh, I gotta get me some of that.” No offense, Housewives.
I say, to each his own, and like Cher once said, (I’m paraphrasing) “If I want to put my boobs on my ass, that’s my prerogative.”
I suppose there is a part of me that wishes my boyfriend would say, “You’re bat crazy for partaking (he’d never say partaking) in plastic surgery. You’re stunning just the way you are.” But I’m too much of a realist and, although I believe he thinks that I am stunning, regardless, I also know that Botox just makes me more stunning!
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