Say tata to fake tata's!
Is it just me or does everyone wonder how to keep their daughters safe?
You probably heard this week about a magazine competition urging men to send in photos of the inadequate cleavages of their girlfriends.
Apparently, the girl who “deserves it most” will win breast implants worth $10,000.
Plastic surgeons say the contest is unethical and possibly illegal.
I don’t want to be a narc about fake boobs. I’m sure they make some girls feel really good about themselves. But is anyone else concerned that fakes are almost becoming compulsory?
I know numerous girls under the age of 22 who have gone under the knife for a new set of “tatas”.
I can honestly see the day when having time off school for visits to the cosmetic surgeon will be as common for teenagers as trips to the orthodontist for straight teeth.
And maybe there is nothing wrong with that; I don’t know. But I just hope my girls don’t sign on.
I don’t like fake boobs for lots of reasons.
Bodacious tatas used to be something that chubby girls had over their skeletal rivals. In the lottery of life, you used to have to make the best of what you got.
Some girls got slim hips, some got good skin, some got big boobs and some of us just got a lovely smile.
That was the lottery. Of course, some girls got the lot, and good luck to them.
I realise my kids wear braces, and I accept that I’m the queen of fake tan. But fake boobs just seem like cheating to me.
More disturbingly, last week a study published in the Annals of Plastic Surgery reported that women who have cosmetic breast implants are almost three times as likely to commit suicide as other women. So it turns out a new set of boobs may not be the self-esteem cure-all some women are hoping for.
What worries me most, however, are the parents of young girls who seem happy to pay for new breasts for their babies.
I don’t ever want to look at my daughters and wish they were built differently.
They are the sum of John and me.
In the lottery of life, that might not be the jackpot, but I think it’s what makes them so beautiful.
You probably heard this week about a magazine competition urging men to send in photos of the inadequate cleavages of their girlfriends.
Apparently, the girl who “deserves it most” will win breast implants worth $10,000.
Plastic surgeons say the contest is unethical and possibly illegal.
I don’t want to be a narc about fake boobs. I’m sure they make some girls feel really good about themselves. But is anyone else concerned that fakes are almost becoming compulsory?
I know numerous girls under the age of 22 who have gone under the knife for a new set of “tatas”.
I can honestly see the day when having time off school for visits to the cosmetic surgeon will be as common for teenagers as trips to the orthodontist for straight teeth.
And maybe there is nothing wrong with that; I don’t know. But I just hope my girls don’t sign on.
I don’t like fake boobs for lots of reasons.
Bodacious tatas used to be something that chubby girls had over their skeletal rivals. In the lottery of life, you used to have to make the best of what you got.
Some girls got slim hips, some got good skin, some got big boobs and some of us just got a lovely smile.
That was the lottery. Of course, some girls got the lot, and good luck to them.
I realise my kids wear braces, and I accept that I’m the queen of fake tan. But fake boobs just seem like cheating to me.
More disturbingly, last week a study published in the Annals of Plastic Surgery reported that women who have cosmetic breast implants are almost three times as likely to commit suicide as other women. So it turns out a new set of boobs may not be the self-esteem cure-all some women are hoping for.
What worries me most, however, are the parents of young girls who seem happy to pay for new breasts for their babies.
I don’t ever want to look at my daughters and wish they were built differently.
They are the sum of John and me.
In the lottery of life, that might not be the jackpot, but I think it’s what makes them so beautiful.
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