The original surgery was definitely medically necessary, but this surgery was not. She did it because she didn’t like “looking like a freak” (her words) and wanted to look normal. I can see her point. I don’t think she was not sane just because she had the surgery for strictly aesthetic reasons. She is a beautiful person all over, her features did not detract from that in any way, even physically she was/is a beautiful lady… she just wanted to look normal for her own sake.
It is different from people getting a potentially dangerous operation like a tummy tuck or lipo, though not much. I just don’t agree that people who have surgery for reasons other than medical necessity are “not in the sane category”, though I do see lea’s point since she sees the surgery up close and personal, whereas the rest of us (including the patient) see the before and after. Ugh, I almost passed out seeing my comatose niece all covered in tubes and wires and she had no visible injuries.
I can’t imagine seeing … well, surgery. No, there isn’t much difference. The feelings are all the same, feeling abnormal because that person does not look like everyone else. For her, it was not medically necessary, since it did not affect her health or breathing. It was a desire to look “normal”. I don’t think I would do it either, but then, if I lived my whole life looking “different”, I might feel differently.
Who knows? I do know that I don’t at all like the way I look, but while a quick fix surgery may sound ideal, if I had the money, I still wouldn’t do it. Funny (not ha ha funny, weird funny)… I would refuse to have surgery but I’m willing to torture myself with ed behaviors that are just as potentially dangerous as surgery is.
I have always had a problem finding adequate support from the so called sport bras. If you are a size C or over(I am) it is near to impossible to find one that actually works. I have also found when the manufacturer says the bra gives maximum support most of the time I can do no more than walk briskly in them before the bounce gets uncomfortable.
Maybe a generation from now our children won’t get tattoos but get little cosmetic implant horns. I can see the parent child argument now, “But Mom, you have an all over body tattoo and that’s permanent too. All I want is my eyes redyed to florescent orange!” he he I have had laser eye surgery done because I hated glasses and contacts.
I have been formally diagnosed with gender phosphoric by two qualified therapist (psychologist and psychiatrist) and have documentation to prove it and have passed all of the requirement to actually qualify for SRS. The problem I am having is these surgeons refuse to even see me stating that they will not work with a transsexual (SRS qualified or not.)
I think it’s fair to call cosmetic surgery an act of vanity. (unless it was out of your control . . . like a ghastly scar from a car wreck) a girl once told me she got her eyes done cos of parental pressure. ok, there r vain parents out there. but I’m like thinking, bullshit. she also justified her act by saying it was only a minor change. hardly noticeable. blah, blah. but she does look different. altering oneself cosmetically to me is pronouncing to the world, ‘hey, i did not like the way i looked because i’m insecure . . . n i was vain enough to alter myself.
I understand what you’re saying – in enjoying the process. It’s a satisfying feeling. It means you’re at peace with yourself. Most times I enjoy it too. Thing is, I don’t want to enjoy it *passively* just because there’s no alternative. The women I most admire are those who grab hold with both fists – they not only enjoy, they savor.
I guess my perception of myself comes from the battles I’ve waged for much of my life over my weight. I’ve always weighed at least a few pounds more than the “average” that was determined for my height and age, and for years and years, that bugged me, mainly because I thought others perceived me as “fat” on that basis. But I couldn’t ever bring myself to do any long-term dieting, because I really never considered myself fat;