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that night in bed I had a dream that my face was falling off so the next morning
I went out to the hospital again and took my frilliest nightie with me. I asked
the doctors to match my eyelashes to the frills on my nightie and they did a fantastic
job. The face-lift wasn’t so good though – I had to wear dark sunglasses
for four and a half years to hide the bruising.
When the glasses came off, people thought I was a tall six year old and I couldn’t
get served in the Wine Bar. So I had to counter balance the face-lift with ten
tonnes of make-up just to survive in the adult world.
My next operation was on my lips. I had a beautiful pout anyway but when I saw
a picture of Melena Andrea in the Vont magazine I decided I had to have lips like
hers. I went back to the hospital with a new nightie and had some fat injected
into my lips, Not any old ugly cow fat but the fat from my miniature poodle’s
ears.
Ten
top tips for cosmetic surgery
- Always take your own nightie to the hospital
- Make sure they stick your nose on properly –
mine has fallen off five times this week
- Buy the biggest, darkest glasses you can and pretend
you’re a movie star for a few months until the bruising goes away
- Teach yourself that pain is your friend
- Don’t visit Dr.Machari on Sunset Cove Road
- Ask to see that the surgeon has washed his hands
- Don’t let the surgeon have a nap half way through
your operation
- Enjoy tying your shoelaces while you can – after
you’ve had a tummy tuck you won’t be able to bend over for at least
a decade
- Carry a spare bag and mask with you in case your nose
falls off
- Don’t stand in the sun for more than 3 minutes
in case your face melts
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I woke up and looked in the mirror and was thrilled with
what I saw – until I noticed that the mirror had a picture of Melena’s
lips stuck onto it.
When I saw my real lips I screamed for at least seven hours and had to be sedated.
My lips had white curly poodle fur on them and had turned black like my little
doggie’s mouth!
I had to buy fourteen tonnes of Rummel lipstick in Vamp to hide my lips and had
to shave three times a day. What a disaster!
My next op was to take fat off my thighs so I could fit into my friend’s
daughter’s leather pants for a hot date. The liposuction left big bruises
round my thighs and I had to wear a diver’s rescue suit for 2 years to stop
the haemorrhaging.
I have had at least 10,000 little operations since the early days and the real
truth to my beauty isn’t in surgery – it’s in a mask that the doctors
had to create for me to hide all the disfigurements I had suffered through the
years.
Some people say that you can become addicted to cosmetic surgery. Me, I say cosmetic
surgery is a necessity – I am determined to get rid of the mask and get my
real face back again. So, I’ve got to go – I’m running late for
my nose job..
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