Pay no attention to the ill fitting T-shirt I’m wearing, apparently I didn’t when I left the house that morning.
I posed this way because my intention was to not show my face in the photo. The picture is to post on Ravelry, a knitting website so I didn’t matter, the cowl did.
Behold…a young, taut neck with the beginnings of only one waddle showing.
At the time, I weighed 20 pounds less than I do now…and I consider myself pretty slim now.
Apparently my perception and quality control standards are a little off balance.
Perfection is in my perception.
Perhaps also wear more cowls myself.
I’m not sure if I’ll ever have a face lift. I have nothing against them and in fact several of my friends have had them. I’ve seen some very good ones.
We’ve all seen the bad ones…they’re sad and scary.
For plastic surgery to be a raging success I think you should come away from it with people thinking you’ve just been on vacation or changed your hair in some way. Small, subtle changes over time rather than a total tune up all at once seems to be more realistic looking.
Of course I do have one friend with lips the size of a large Chevy, cheek implants she can’t see over and the teensiest nose you can imagine.
We just don’t discuss it…like the elephant in the room. She must think she looks amazing or conversely, never quite right, because the procedures just keep on coming…she has a totally dysmorphic view of herself.