When I was in my mid 20s, I had lost a lot of friends that I had known since grade school/high school. The culprit: plastic surgery.
People that get plastic surgery around that age (or younger) change after their procedure(s). It’s almost like there’s a personality implant that comes with plastic surgery.
Last friend was “Dee”, who I had known since high school. Dee called me up after she had breast augmentation done and asked if I wanted to come by to check out her new curves. I said sure but knew then that was likely the beginning of the end of another friendship.
When I got to her house, another friend was already there helping Dee sip some water – she was bruised up from the procedure and was resting in bed. She looked so different with her new curves – its hard to explain but she wasn’t the same Dee that I had known for years anymore.
Dee explained that the new implants were pushed up closer to her chin because her body chest cavity still needed time to adjust and make room first – they eventually would drop into their proper places after a few weeks. It was her first procedure and she had gone from a size A-cup to a full size C-cup so the difference was noticeable – she wanted to go up to the desired D-cup but had to wait until her body could intake a larger size. She offered for me to feel them and I felt stiff cushions. It wasn’t natural. My friend looked different and had stiff cushions in her chest.
Few weeks later after her implants had set into place, she went off on vacation with her boyfriend to Mexico, at a beach resort. She sent pictures during that trip, where it was mostly her showing off her new curves in new bikini tops/new low-cut tops that all amplified her new bosom. She was proud of her décolletage and wanted to show it in every picture. The old Dee would have sent pictures of her bike riding or shopping/finding interesting things she came across. The new Dee was all about boobs! Check out these boobs!
When Dee got back from her trip, a small group of friends all agreed to meet up with her for lunch so we could hear more about the trip/check out some more photos. That outing was the last time I saw her. Dee no longer resembled the old Dee in any way anymore. She had a tan from her vacation but she also had a different energy and presence about her – she was cocky and irritable, sarcastically smiling about something one minute and then frown-complaining about something else the next while flaunting off her cleavage in a sheer top that also showed her pushed-up bra underneath. It wasn’t confidence – it was arrogance/narcissism even. Most of the conversation was on the fights she had with her boyfriend during the trip, who didn’t like her new curves or the attention that they brought either. The whole outing felt weird. Gone were giggles/laughs from girl-time, from women sharing stories/jokes/gossips and opinions. That got replaced with who was checking her out when and how that annoyed her how. It was superficial and fake.
It was something I had come across with other friends as well that had work done like rhinoplasty, eye lid folds, new chins, or breast augmentations. With a different body/different look, they become different people. I also have come to notice that people who are fine with carrying around fake parts within them are usually fine with fakeness in general (i.e. lies like “these are real”).
The twenties are about “finding yourself”. I wish people would do that without plastic surgery. They are young and beautiful already as is at that age, why mess with it.