As of this week I am officially the last person at work with her original boobies. Well I guess The Boy still has his. Of course I am only assuming. But out of all the girls, mine are the last boobs standing. Or um, not standing?? Technically all of their's are now standing. Fully upright. Front and center. Mine are slouching. Leaning against the wall. Too tired to care anymore. But still, they are mine.
Now don't get me wrong. I don't have any issues with enhanced boobies. I breastfed three children. I think I deserve them. I think they should be covered under insurance. More like reconstructive surgery. And if I run out of things to spend my money on, like food, shelter and cute shoes, I will totally get some for myself.
But I know who I am. And I am totally ok with my droopy, exhausted working boobies. That's what push up bras are for. My boobs do not define me. And if I got new ones, it would only be to perk them up a little. Not to full on stripperfy them. I would get them as a restoration.
But that's me. Everyone gets them for different reasons and I totally respect that. This is the lovely land of America after all. Where if you have enough money you can get stuff lifted, stapled, lipo-sucked, tucked, plumped, de-wrinkled, etc.
But this does pose a question. So I ask your opinion, dear friends. At what point is it too much? Too much fakeness?
Acrylic fingernails (we've all had them), extensions, veneers, implants, botox, collagen in the lips, colored contacts?? At what point does one person need to examine what's going on inside? And stop throwing so much money at the outside?
Some people may argue that this is indeed America and people have the right to do what they want. Where do you stand on this? I'm really curious...