I have a secret. Ok, it’s not really a secret to anyone who knows me in person but I’ve never blogged about it so same thing, right? If you don’t blog about it, it never happened? Anyway, about a year ago, I decided to go under the knife and get plastic surgery in Korea (gasp! I know…) I realize that not everyone agrees with having surgery done to change your looks, and I respect that. This was a very personal choice and one that has strongly affected how I feel about myself. I strongly believe that as a women, we should be proud of who we are and love ourselves despite our flaws. But I also believe that the decision to get plastic surgery is a personal decision that no one but that person can ever truly understand. This is not a post condoning or bashing the use of plastic surgery, just simply my personal experience with it. And I won’t be going into much detail about Korean culture and their practice except to say it’s extremely popular and something about seeing my 12 year old students getting eye lid surgery to look more ‘Western’ is a little more than odd and troubling to me. End rant. (if you want to see more photos of common surgeries in Korea, click here)
My wounds the next day. The two small bandages on either side cover up one stitch each and are where they went in. Thankfully my glasses covered most of it and while my kids looked at me funny, most of them didn’t even notice.
The whole experience was far less painful than I had anticipated. I felt pressure on my face but with the light pain meds I was given, I was still up and around the next day. I could also take the two single stitches on either side of my cheek out the next day which Jeremy happily played doctor for. The only down side is that in true Korean fashion, I had no sick days so I had to return to work on Monday. The pain wasn’t a problem so much as the fact that it looked like someone took a crowbar to my face. And I wasn’t about to get any sympathy from my boss who returned to work two days after a breast enlargement and who did the same after breaking her collarbone. She.is.super.human. There were a few stares but for the most part I think people are used to seeing people walking around right after getting surgery done, or when they’re supposed to being the hospital. Like this guy who left the hospital to watch a rugby game.
All in all, I was very happy with my experience and the doctor I chose. But more than that, I’m happy with the results. I still wear concealor under my eyes most days but use a fraction of the amount and no longer feel like I have to in order to avoid people asking me what happened or if I was tired. It was a decision that while controversial, I am so glad that I went through with.