Recently, I was hanging out with three "friends" and the topic of cosmetic surgery came up. Here is how the conversation went. This conversation was rapid-fire after the first sentence.Carrie: A friend of mine got a minor procedure done and I never thought I would say it, but the results are amazing and I might want it done, too. She just looks so good.
Friend #1: What is it? Botox for the lines on your forehead?
Friend #2: Teeth whitening for your discolored and yellow teeth?
Friend #3: Or Invisalign to correct the crookedness?
Carrie: No.
F1: An arm tuck for the flapping sagging skin on your upper arms?
Carrie: No. What the fuck, you guys.
F2: Liposuction for the jiggle around your tummy, ass and thighs?
F3: Skin bleaching for your disgusting freckles?
Carrie: No. Alright, I get it guys. Come on.
F1: Nose slimming for the chunky end of your nose?
F2: Crescent breast lift for your sagging boobs?
Carrie: What? Really? No.
F3: Filler for the lines around your mouth?
F2: Eyelid fat reduction for those drooping eyelids?
Carrie: Is that even a thing? No.
And so on.
Oh, how they laughed and laughed at my plummeting self-esteem. Good stuff.