MY COSMETIC SURGERY JOURNEY: THE PROLOGUE
WARNING: THIS BLOG POST MAY CONTAIN TRIGGERS
By the time you read this I may well already be on an operating table. Today, I’m checking into a hospital in Kuala Lumpur at 16:00 (GMT+8) where I’ll spend the night prepping for the following life-changing morning: the day I take the first steps in my plastic surgery journey. Hold my hand, we're going in deep...
A HUGE THANK YOU TO MAXIMILIAN CLARKE WHO ALWAYS TAKES THE BEST PHOTOS OF ME
IN THE INTEREST OF TRANSPARENCY...
My choice to undergo surgery in the name of vanity or rather my decision to be public and candid about it may seem odd to the uninitiated; given my upbringing and traditional East Asian demureness as well as the last vestiges taboo surrounding going under the knife. Regarding the former; Asians of a certain Oriental persuasion - I'm talking about the Overseas Chinese in Malaysia, Thailand, and Singapore; the Chinese, and especially the South Koreans - are increasingly conspicuous consumers of cosmetic procedures. In fact, most if not all of my extended circle in Kuala Lumpur have had or is seriously considering both invasive and non-invasive plastic surgery ie. fillers, Botox, implants, lateral canthoplasty and blepharoplasty (cutting or sewing double eyelids) etc. Honestly, for a while I felt like a dying breed given that the most drastic improvement I've had done to my looks was eyebrow embroidery (microblading) back in 2012: the faded, dubious rust-coloured stain of which now lives on my face looking like shameful skid marks. Please don't think that I'm jumping on the beauty bandwagon to keep up with the Joneses or rather the Kardashian-Jenners (of course, the fat lips I was mocked relentlessly for as a teenager are now the top selling product...) - the point I'm simply trying to make is that discussing or contemplating cosmetic surgery is becoming more acceptable in the East.
As for the latter reason for potential side-eye? It is precisely the lingering taboo around cosmetic surgery that compels me to be as honest and open as I can possibly be. It seems astonishing that a culture that celebrates and promotes a beauty standard unattainable by many would mock and vilify the very people who seek to reach those standards. To each their own, and to each their own opinions; but I find it disheartening at best (whatever happened to "live and let life?") and at its worst, dangerous. Dangerous that those who've had work done are held up as ideals of beauty yet the person is a target for vitriol while their newly bought looks are celebrated. All this does is compel some to be dishonest, which is especially bad if those who chose to lie are in the public eye and thus in a position of influence because it promotes the message: "If you want to be OMG INTERNET FAMOUS* get lip fillers/breast implants but then act all coy about it while selling a lifestyle to an impressionable audience and making bank by lying! Teeheeheee!" Fangirls will eventually stop drinking the Kool-Aid...but why build an empire on lies just to avoid criticism from detractors who shouldn't matter? 'Tis better to be disliked for who you are than loved for who you're not. Perpetuating a fallacy is not a legacy to be proud of.
*another thing I don't love: tween twits deciding they don't need an education, just YouTube to get ahead in life. STAY IN SCHOOL KIDS
"I'm no hero. I put my bra on one boob at a time, just like everybody else." BUT YOU ARE A HERO, TINA,
Look, I'm not trying to start a "Life In Plastic, It's Fantastic!" acceptance movement, and even if I did I'm at least 5 years too late plus I'm not having anything (plastic or otherwise) added to my face nor body so I'm not sure I'd even qualify to be a spokesperson. Other than the fact that I'm too painfully honest to keep up the pretence as to why I'm disappearing from social commitments for the week it takes for me to recover, the simple fact is that I'm a giver. I love sharing and entertaining. It's why I put as much work as I do into my blog posts: it's not just enough for me to see and do, if anything is noteworthy I have to share it in a way that is hopefully both inspiring and informative. Of course, if blogging about plastic surgery is dissonant to Posh, Broke, & Bored feel free to tell me so. If the response is overwhelmingly "Do not want!" this will be the last you'll hear of it!
SO...WHAT? WHEN? AND HOW?
I'd love to share more about the procedures I'm having, the research that led me to my choices; plus the costs, options, and other nitty-gritty. To say nothing of my soon-to-be process including my day-to-day recovery and especially the results! But naturally my cup runneth over in more ways than one - I have to dash and do a hundred things today before I check in to the hospital. If you have any burning questions throw them my way on Instagram @poshbrokebored and I'll do my best to answer them. In the meanwhile...wish me luck! x