Implants

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In my late 20s and new in town, I’m completing the obligatory first-timers paperwork in a doctor’s office. I circle yes or no to the usual questions, turn in the clipboard and return to my seat.

After a minute or so, I am asked to approach the reception desk.

I circled ‘yes’ after “have you had implants?” and added “1990-2003” on paper.

Those scrub diva’s wanted answers.

With a shrug of my shoulders, and a pat on my back for honesty, I said, “the novelty wore off and I was pretty much done with them.”

I suddenly witness simultaneous head-tilt-with-a-smile faces on four medical assistants.

I can’t remember what happened newt, but eventually, it was concluded that I misunderstood the questions and we all shared a room full of laughter.

The doctor I was visiting was a dentist.

Christine Macdonald

Amy (what every teenage girl should see)

I received a ton of emails and comments about how nice it was to see Filippa Hamilton coming forward with her firing; a stunning size 4 model accused of being ‘too fat’.

Discussing how the media seduces us with illusions of perfect beauty, I found myself feeling a couple of things today. First, I was annoyed at Mama Media in general; with her promises of fat-free bodies, pore-less skin and cellulite free thighs. Second, I was moved. As momentum picked up speed today, talks of self-worth rose to the surface and I was shown this sixty-second video.

Thirty seconds in, I realized something about Amy. I was Amy.Not just with a boy, but with life. In feeling her pain, years of self-loathing tears streamed down my imperfect cheeks.

A little while later, I began to smile.

It doesn’t matter that I have flaws on my cheeks, where yours are or what we wish we had or didn’t have. What matters is how we feel about ourselves, and the message we portray to our children.I’m a proud aunt to many little ones and not once have they ever stopped to ask me why my skin was different.

If only the media were run by children.

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.They simply see m.y skin a


Christine Macdonald