Most women who get breast implants ostensibly do so to improve their self-esteem, thereby increasing their happiness. They feel robbed for never having really grown much in that department. They want attention. Other women get them out of pure greed; they have big already, but they want huge. (Good luck with that exotic dancing gig, by the way, "Chyna.")
The results of a recent study are interesting, however, as they indicate a possible link between breast implants and suicide. Apparently, instant happiness cannot a pair of jelly-filled sacks shoved up over your ribcage always provide.
Implants are a woman’s personal choice, of course (this is sounding like one of my pro-choice posts). But, even as a red-blooded male who can appreciate a buxom beauty, but who does not consider that a “prerequisite,” I have to say, if you haven’t already had the procedure, don’t.
Instead, treat yourself to a holiday somewhere. Go on a killer shopping spree. Jesus, how many pairs of shoes could you buy for upwards of $3000.00? Or quarts of ice cream, for that matter?
Breast implants can cause myriad physical and (apparently) mental health problems. What’s more, if you’re a woman who’s concerned about the progress of women in modern society, you may be interfering with it by getting a "boob job." I will explain.
Apart from reconstructive surgery after cancer or an accident (and I would like to clearly assert that none of my comments here apply to those situations), there is no “practical” reason to get breast implants. It’s vanity. It’s the desire for attention. And you will get attention, but not always the kind you want, or from the right people.
In taking this kind of control over your own appearance you are also perpetuating what feminists call the “objectification of women.” If you’re ok with that, then be my guest, but I believe you lose the right to complain about it once you get fake tits. (What the hell did he just say?) Read it again, if need be.
Some women have enhancements done to please a significant other, either to surprise him/her, or at that other person’s request. It sounds like a stupid aphorism, but you don’t want a partner who doesn’t want you for who you are. You are package of physical and personality traits, (not that some personalities couldn’t use a makeover) and should be accepted as such by those who genuinely care about you.
Many women may well say, "I didn’t get breast implants for anyone else, I got them for me." Is that an honest statement? The fact is, though we may enjoy looking good, smelling good, shaving regularly and having neat, clean, freshly ironed clothes, these things are done in large part for other people. Would you want implants if you lived alone on an island?
Who cares what I say? But I’ll say it anyway. If you got ‘em – natural or enhanced – enjoy ‘em. If you don’t have ‘em, learn to love yourself, because those men, at least, who love them are fascinated by them regardless of size; they’re something we don’t have. Well, typically.
The whole “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” of childhood, at least as I experienced it, was knowing what you had and wanting to see what the opposite sex had – and which you were not supposed to see. I don’t see that fascination abating in my own life decades later. I can’t speak for homosexuals, for whom it’s obviously not quite the same thing, though I welcome their feedback.
Listen, if I in all my insecurities and self-loathing can learn to love my bald head (which I initially dreaded, and for which, I must note, I too could get a type of implants), you can learn to love your own shape. So, if you’re thinking about having an augmentation, don’t be a boob. Other people, at least decent other people, will respect you for “keepin’ it real.”