Day 23: Plastic Fantastic

Today I was... supposed to go to a plastic surgeon to see what they would change about me and how much it would cost. I don't want to subject myself to that kind of horror thanks. So I, once again, pass on the days event. But seriously? do I really want to waste my time hearing about how ugly I am and what they can do to make me look like Barbie? Now don't get me wrong, I love Barbie, but she's a doll, I have no desire to look like a doll, I'm perfectly happy looking like a person. I don't want to hear
about the botox I need to ward off impending wrinkles or the collagen I need to make my lips a little more poutey and I really don't want to hear about how bigger boobs will improve my life. I'm not that self deprecating, I certainly don't have that low of self esteem and I think that if I got breast implants my mother would be highly disappointed in me and my boyfriend would dump me. I would be lonely and ugly and only attract the kind of man I loathe. Furthermore, I'm in university, I have expenses! I don't' need to spend 15,000 dollars to get my legs lypoed! I need to spend 15,000 dollars on my education! ugh, oy to the vey what has this world come to. I'm not going to do this, in fact, I refuse to do this!!! I refuse play into this crap idea that we need to better ourselves and that age is disgraceful. I mean, I don't think that I need work done, that is one smoking babe as far as I'm concerned. Yes, I am mugging the camera and yes I did only get two hours of sleep the night before but I see nothing wrong with that person there. As Christina Aguilera says "I am beautiful." Fuck plastic surgery.