Silicone

Xmas is over, but not the end of year festivities. Fine. I'm not a fan of new beginnings, because new beginnings mean change and I hate change. If I even switch something as insignificant as a chair to another place I get apprehensive. Had I to change house, I'd be hit scared. I like things the way I want them. Yet I have been toying with the idea of changing the shape of my lips. I suddenly discovered silicone and have been thinking that it must have been man's best invention ever. Until I got a very rude wake-up call, a woman's lips so disfigured by silicone that I immediately felt so sad. And I asked... done by the same surgeon I was planning to give my lips to. Now I think that same surgeon should be given to the hounds of the Baskervilles and ripped to pieces. He's made this woman's face look wickedly sick. Not even Jessica Rabbit at her worst would have looked like that. And there is no reversing it. Lesson learned, just in time. No silicone, I prefer my own lips thank you. And it seems it was a lesson of learning today. I also saw a young woman, otherwise so beautiful, unable to walk straight. And that too made her look kind of warped. So of course since I had no clue as to a surgeon I might blame, I asked the why-God? question. I still don't have an answer, and never will have. But it sure made me feel like crap. Here was I worrying about silicone, and here was this young lady having lots more to worry about. Again, here was I worrying about my extra kilos, and this young lady having to worry with something so much more real. I'm 36 and have been tested by life to the limit, and I still haven't learned anything at all. When will I learn? Tomorrow perhaps? I really don't know. But I know that silicone is out for good.