A couple months ago I tried fake nails. They were called pink & white, and I had them done very short. Basically a french manicure on fake nails. I thought since I didn't have to type for work anymore I'd give them a try. I only lasted for one rebase. They just weren't me, not that I don't think they look nice but even having a small part of myself be fake was bothersome. I thought I may be on the road to becoming a real housewife of my county. Next step, fake boobs, fake hair, fake tan, you get the idea. I don't think plastic surgery is a good idea for me, especially when I've experienced my husband have surgery for a life threatening illness. I've contemplated it in the past but once you sit in a waiting room hoping that everything is going to be ok, it just seems silly to think I'd alter my appearance with surgery that is unnecessary. I think the true challenge is to like yourself, flaws and all. I want to be known for being genuine and I'm ok if someone doesn't like me. I'm not going to be fake or pretend to be something I'm not.
Don't get me wrong I have days when I look in the mirror and wish I had the body of a cowboys cheerleader, but I don't. And yes it would be easier to see a doctor who could make my thighs smaller but who I am as a person isn't going to change. I will just have to alter my body the old fashion way, exercise. It takes longer and is much harder but it certainly is cheaper and less invasive.
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