Seriously I am soooooo sick of my little tummy.
I HATE it. I hate it soooo much and I have hated it FOREVER.
And I’m not overweight — I am right smack dab in the middle of the healthy weight range for my age and height. I exercise almost daily and generally I eat responsibly. Yes, I will go on little choco-binges every now and then, but most days I consume healthy vegan meals at reasonable portion sizes.
In fact, I actually quite like the size of my legs and my arms and my tits. I like having a little bit of curve and weight to me — I think it’s sexy. I don’t want to be a teeny tiny breakable thing. I like being somewhat voluptuous. And my body seems quite happy at its weight right now. No matter how hard I diet or exercise, the scale hits a certain point and then will not dip further. Refuses. I think my body likes this weight, which is biologically fine — it’s a very healthy weight.
But I hatehatehate my tummy. My stupid Buddha belly that WILL NOT go away no matter how many miles I run or how many sit-ups I do. Even when I was 20 pounds lighter I still had that stupid Buddha belly. I thought for a really long time that other girls, with their perfect little stomachs, were just doing something right that I couldn’t figure out. I mean, even when I was a size 2 I thought I wasn’t skinny enough because my tummy did not look like the tummies of the other girls on the beach. I could not figure out what the other girls were doing that I wasn’t. I obsessed on it for a long time — years and years and years. Just recently, it has occurred to me that I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I’m just genetically pre-disposed to hold a ridiculous amount of fat in my stomach compared to the rest of my body. I’m also genetically pre-disposed to hold a ridiculous amount of fat in my breasts. The latter is awesome; the former is not.
So aren’t these all the right reasons to get liposuction? Aren’t I an ideal candidate? Is it that absurd that, after years of obsessing and worrying and exercising and dieting over these stupid few inches in the middle of my body, I should shell out a few grand to get it sucked out? I’ve worked since I was 16 years old, and I’ve saved very responsibly that whole time, and not a cent of it with Bernie Madoff. I can afford this. Is it really that awful for me to want to do this as a present to myself? Does it make me an enemy of feminism?
I’ve had a few people talk to me about SmartLipo, which is some new form of lipo with very little downtime, requiring no general anesthesia, and with great results. I totally want to get it done on my tummy. Really, really, really want to get it done. It would just be amazing not to have to notice every day how much I hate my Buddha belly.
Thoughts? Experiences?
