A few years ago, I saw a plastic surgeon. I was writing this piece for Chicago Magazine, and the goal was to find out what it would take for a regular person (me) to become, like, really pretty.
The answer: $46,000.
Obviously I needed an eye lift ($15,000) because if we know anything about today’s Instagram beauty standards, the look is STARTLED, HUNTY. With a touch of Dr. Spock.


The surgeon also suggested rhinoplasty ($15,000) to bring up the tip of my nose and scoop the bridge, giving me an ideal cutie-patootie schnoz a la Jessica Alba. And I’d also need buccal fat removal ($15,000), to get the current HERE ARE MY CHEEKBONES, GODDAMMIT Hollywood look.


Included in the buccal fat removal would be the insertion of said fat into my chin to prevent my chin from turning “witchy”—a possibility I’d never even considered!!!—and then of course a nice dose of lip filler ($1,200) for a grand total of: $46,200.
Since I’m just a random mother living in the Midwest, it was pretty easy to rej…
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