Melissa Maniglia

Monday, June 20, 2011

Mirror, Mirror...

Well, its not LA. Or so I'm told. But still, the amount of plastic surgery in NYC is rather astonishing. Know what's even worse?

The amount of BAD plastic surgery.

Women, and men for that matter, do not go under the knife to come out of anesthesia looking worse than they did when they went under. But many end up deformed phantoms of their former selves. Of course your forehead is smoother, but did you see what it did to your eyes? Or how about the bad nose job and cheek combo which, other than the dress you are wearing with the obsessive amounts of bling on your finger, made me wonder whether I should say "Ma'm" or "Sir."



Don't worry about the wrinkles, you earned them! They all tell a story and your only concern should be that it was a good one! Just don't attack who you are.  Its sad that people are unable to see the unique beauty that they are before they are hacked at like the leg of lamb in a gyro shop.

And that's my two cents!


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