Well, when you diet your all life, excercise etc, and have a 34/28/48 figure, shockingly receive a beneficiary check from a distant relative, just as you're ready to dig a hole and jump in it because your self esteem is shot and you are called names, you betcha you have plastic surgery. I had lipo years ago as a treat to myself and blessings from my family. Since I wasn't satisfied with the total results, I had it 2 more times for free, all in return for doing PR for the surgeon, as we hit it off.

I'm not a raving beauty. I'm aging gradually, have laugh lines, wrinkles, gray hair, sometimes raccoon eyes. Oh, and, let me add..a sagging chin. Will I have a face lift? I doubt it. I earned my looks. I accept aging with dignity and grace.

But since the lipo, my self esteem just soared! I tuck my shirts in. I can buy a suit in one size. I don't buy 2 sizes too large or walk with my head down. It was that bad, I hated myself, and since I was the only "heavy" person on both sides of my family, I felt like an outcast- I inherited a "bad" gene from somebody way back. Lucky me.

So, in closing (sorry) I think plastic surgery can make a world of difference for self esteem. I don't mean Joan Rivers or people whose faces don't move. There's a limit. Far be it from me to pass judgement. If it makes you happy, fine.