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by Reena Daruwalla, guest writer for Nancy Hayssen.com

I came across this site a while back about awful plastic surgery, and found it unseemly and voyeuristic but at the same time fascinating to see what people see fit to do to themselves in the name of ‘beautification’, or ‘improvement’ or ‘correction’.

Now I have to admit that I am not a person who would ever even consider plastic surgery unless an accident or other tragedy caused actual disfigurement. In fact I believe from some of the stuff that plastic surgeons can do to the human body actually cause that disfigurement, as evidenced by some of the good and bad plastic surgery that I saw here.

My argument against plastic surgery is twofold: for one I think that it is unnecessary, and that when it goes wrong it can be actually disfiguring (think Michael Jackson, poster boy for bad plastic surgery) and secondly plastic surgery by definition is about achieving a kind of homogenous uniformity, a kind of unspectacular sameness, an insipidity that eschews our individuality which is not desirable.

If everybody had full plump lips, a sharp nose, pronounced cheek bones and the like, then where would we all be! If everybody had the same kind of body would it not be downright boring? For the women as well as the men I might add!

If you have a well rounded butt, enjoy your womanly shape rather than thinking about corrective surgery or liposuction. If men have the tendency to address your chest rather than your face, remind them to realign their gaze rather than think about breast reduction surgery. If on the other hand you think that you are under-endowed in the breast department, that is a blessing too: remember good things come in small packages and how freeing not to have to wear a bra all the time! Besides a lot of men think that anything more than a hand full is a waste.

If you think that there are rather more lines on your face than there used to be, wear them proudly! I feel that the extra lines on my face give it a characteristic appeal, a look of having lived life a little, enjoyed it even more. I would not exchange my crow’s feet or my laugh lines for a look of smooth blandness, even if it made me look like I was in my teens again!

Witness this rather macabre plastic surgery pic of MJ that I borrowed from here: