‘Win a free plastikoperation!’
Several popular influencere promoting cosmetic interventions on their Instagram profile, which their followers have the opportunity to win, if they participate in the competition.
the Game enough. Think of being able to win a plastikoperation. It works not natural.
In a way a skønhedsoperation to the last in the food chain.
As a last resort when other options first is tested. Physical training, healthy diet and so it to look inward.
As a young man, you are the super-busy look. It is natural enough. Everyone has their to fight with.
There is still a long way from being a bit dissatisfied with his appearance to voluntarily put themselves under the knife. But today it seems quite common for many young people to make it last before everything else.
Once it was popular to have bigger tits, today it’s hip to be ‘brazillian butt lift’.
I was even early on in the dawn of time. For when I was a young, budding teen, I dreamed about getting bigger breasts. But at the time, there existed the possibility of not.
The thought was so abstract, and was light years from my then reality, as more was about how I had to cope with me through tomorrow’s matematiktime in forstadsfolkeskolen.
I was happy enough for my body, it was not it. I had long, slender legs and a small bubble, but I thought the proportions would be complete with a good pair of ‘melons’.
And I was just so embarrassed over my small tits!
It should be end with ‘save’ on the beach in the sand dunes wearing a padded swimsuit.
End get sweaty, and hysterical grådlabil in front of the mirror in the tiny fitting rooms at H&M with focus forhørslys, desperately afprøvende the one bh in A dish after the other.
And when I then came out of the modebutikken again and stood there on the main street with empty shopping bags in the hands, popped the disgusting feeling of inferiority up. Was I not cool enough? And what should I do about it?
the Dream of the perfect body became a reality a decade later for me.
My then boyfriend and I decided to splice to a new pair of tits to me (and to him).
I went to Sweden and underwent a breast enhancement operation.
And the last thing I got to say to the anesthetist before I dozed off was: ‘Better for small breasts than big …’
I shouldn’t enjoy something to play Dolly Parton.
In the beginning was sitting on my strengths, however, almost all the way up under my chin as spiky gåsebryster.
And it could end up as blasted gåsebryst, if not I kneaded them every day. They had to be massaged, so that they could fall.
I have never regretted that I got them made, but I would probably not have done it in the day with the insight I have gained through my precious experiences in life.
So, dear young people: Let us see in the eyes, that carnal art does not make your inferiority better.
You are good enough as you are. You are of course free to do what you want, but it is the internal that counts.
What about, instead, we dare to love ourselves and each other for them, we are 100 percent?
