July 11th, 2007
Puuh-leease go vote for me! I really, really wanna win! (Because I’m a trashy whore who loves buttons!) Validation from complete strange, that I am funny, worthy and HOT! would mean the world to me!
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The pressures of society for us to be perfect in every aspect of our lives is almost unbearable sometimes. It can be suffocating to think about how we’re supposed to look, talk, dress, what we should weigh, how our children’s behaviours reflect our parenting techniques (or lack of). There’s a undo amount of stress put on us based on our appearances alone. That first impression almost always comes from our appearance right? (Except for the wonderful blog world - then it’s our blog designs… so if you’re lacking let me know and I’ll hook you up…. shameless. I am so shameless.)
In the past four years my appearance has become more of an emotional roller coaster for me. I am happy with myself, my personality, my life… but I’m lacking in the body image department. Seriously, the weight I’ve gained over the past four years has resulted in a significant loss in my self esteem. It’s a hard road; and even more difficult since my work load has also played a factor as well as timing.
Going to the gym is very difficult to schedule and I am already up at 5am everyday; the thought of getting up at 4 makes my skin crawl. After work? By the time I get off work, get to daycare, get home, get dinner, bath, bed.. I’m to exhausted to even think about getting over to the gym (which, btw, costs money), and my living room? It’s barely big enough to do jumping jacks, so forget an entire aerobic routine.
Regardless, of my (excellent) excuses, it just ain’t happening for me. So taking the easy way out with liposuction, tummy tuck and a breast lift sounds like something worth saving my pennies for. Though, maybe not easier since the recovery is probably an utter bitch. Have I mentioned before that I’ve never had surgery (except for my wisdom tooth removal)? Yeah, the thought of it scares the shit right out of me. I don’t know that I could ever go through with it without sobbing like a baby or peeing my pants, or both.
But! Beyond the Mommy Belly (love! that flabby, wrinkly, hanging skin by the way!) and the Mommy Boobies (tennis balls in nylons anyone?), the one thing that I’ve been dealing with for years is my gummy smile. I loathe the gummy visible gun line when I smile. It’s always made me really self conscience; to the point where it’s been a sore spot for me since elementary school.
Growing up, my loving younger brother used to call me gums, or dentures; I wouldn’t smile a big beautiful smile for any of my pictures because that’s all I see (and still do) when I look at a picture of myself. Even though I’ve had braces and my wisdom teeth pulled, to help my smile show it’s true self, I still don’t see all the work I’ve endured over the past years. I don’t see anything else beside my exposed gums.
I’ve decided that now is the time I’m going to do something about it. I have been researching cosmetic dentistry for a little bit now, and have become obsessed with the idea of have a Gingivectomy (also known as a gum lift). I’ve made an appointment for the end of this month for my dentist to investigate more about the procedure and cost!, hopefully, finally be on my way to the smile that I have always wanted.
I’ll try my hardest to remember to keep you updated. (I’m really bad at the follow through, I’m always dropping the ball on that.)
We all want something done, right? Should money be no object, what would your cosmetic surgery choice be? We won’t judge you, even if it’s bleaching your anus (yes, that is a procedure - dare you to google it!).
I was going to include a beeeeautiful picture of some rotten teeth, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I spared you. So now, you must go vote for me!
I voted yesterday, it won’t let me do it again, those bastards.
I dunno, I’m not sure what I would have done if I could only pick one. Probably booby implants. I’d kill for tennis balls in socks, because mine aren’t anywhere near big enough to be tennis balls. I’d be hard pressed to even say golf balls.
July 11th, 2007 at 9:09 am
Bleaching your anus?
REALLY?
Wow.
Hate to see what the problem was that would make somebody do that.
Too funny.
I voted! And you’re in the lead right now.
If money were no object, I’d get some sort of dermatology thing done. My skin sucks.
July 11th, 2007 at 9:45 am
Going to do my voterly duties now. Or at least after I get done typing.
I know how you feel about the self-esteem issue and I know how hard it is to get up at 4am to go to the gym (cus I do it - but I have a gym onsite in my apt complex, having to GO somewhere would definately cause the scales to tip NOT in favor of going). It’s enough to make you lose motivation. I don’t know what I’d choose to have improved because I’m not at a spot where I can properly judge that. Once I get trimmer maybe I can figure that out. I’m sure belly flab will be a leading contender.
July 11th, 2007 at 12:05 pm
Your bro is mean. LOL.
My niece who is getting married has a smile like yours. It is causing her EXTREME anxiety. I don’t think it’s that bad. Barely notice these things.
My close friend just got a tummy tuck. It’s about 5 grand. It’s a long recovery. Painful. She had 3 kids. Twins. But she is also at her goal weight. Which is important for that kindof surgery. Otherwise don’t do it. There is no point in getting it done if you are overweight. If you gain or lose weight after it…you’re screwed.
I don’t beleive in surgery. I beleive in weight watchers. Though if youare not ready to do it and to put in the work - it won’t work. Quickie diets will make youlose but then you will almost for sure Gain it right back and some. Because you didn’t learn how to eat properly and exercise regularily.
I know it’s hard. I am stuck forever at 25 pounds lost. Can’t seem to motivate myself anymore. The kids are such hard work that I eat at night to “relax” but its a vicious cycle.
July 11th, 2007 at 1:14 pm
Sam! I found you again! Thanks for stopping by because I couldn’t connect the cat with what I remembered your blog looked like. BTW — it looks great — What happened to the chick who was warming herself on the barby?
Anyway…surgery? Are you sure? I’m still dealing with minor “issues” related to my guts being removed. I’m pretty tough, but the experience wasn’t for the faint of heart. UGH.
July 11th, 2007 at 3:08 pm
I voted yesterday!
The weight - I kept 10 from each of my two stupid kids. (joking!) My man and I bought an expensive treadmill for Christmas with a TV/fan/all-the-bells- and-whistles thinking for sure that was the ticket, no more excuses. And we discovered that it starts in your MIND. Discipline. Who knew? We are so pissed at ourselves for how little we use it - failures and assholes, that would be us. But at least we know that now and we save a lot of time from all the excuse-making. And we refuse to hang clothes on it, because that would really be admitting defeat.
I would get a boob job, without question. I had not much before, but they were perky. Now they are mostly just flaps of skin.
Re: your smile - I feel your pain vicariously through my husband. We don’t have a single picture of him with a toothy grin. He’s always the closed mouth, pleasant expression, deep in thought poser. It sucks for him and we’ve never even gone to get an estimate on veneers or anything because we know we couldn’t afford it. He swears our kids will have braces and perfect smiles, no matter what. Which is why I don’t care that my 4-year-old still sucks his finger. He’s got a little bit of a crooked smile, but it’s more to the side rather than right in front. And totally adorable, of course!
July 11th, 2007 at 10:49 pm
Okay, this isn’t a comment on your smile, or anything. But I say if there’s something you’ve wanted to do for a long time that will make you like yourself more - DO IT!!!
I’m contemplating baby #2 - and after that, once I lose baby weight, I will not hesitate to get a tummy tuck of some sort. I have always hated my stomach, and I’ve hated it more post-baby. Unless something miraculous happens and I suddenly get skinny I will save up and do it. but you could not pay me to let someone do tooth surgery. Ouch.
July 12th, 2007 at 10:55 am
I know how you feel; I desperately wan’t a boob-job, but above and beyond all (and pretty “doable”) I NEED injections (juvaderm, restalyne, or whatever is best) in what they call my “naso-labial folds/the crease us “older” people get from each nostril to each corner of your mouth); fill those in, and some in my lips to make them bigger and botox between my eyebrows, i.e. - the every popular frown-line. Without the implants it would all be around $1100-$1300 so I’ve told my DH that I WILL be getting it done 1-2 yrs. from now at the most! So, if you can do it, go for it, I’m all about selfimprovement, but you are a beautiful girl inside and out!
July 12th, 2007 at 12:32 pm
Voted girl - and I dream of botox, seriously, I do.
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