Beth holloway plastic surgery
Anyone else really struggling with the plastic surgery?
2024.05.21 21:54 PoetryTemporary9874 Anyone else really struggling with the plastic surgery?
I have been OBSESSED with this show since day 1. I always found them glamorous and beautiful even though I knew they had lots of plastic surgery. This season however feels like a totally different level. They almost look like AI images of themselves and I find it incredibly hard to watch. Between Teresa’s extreme weight loss, lip injections, and extreme Botox I’m just having such a hard time seeing these women as anything other than sad and beaten down by social criticizing.
Anyone else feel that way or am I over critical?
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Anyone else feel that way or am I over critical?
2024.05.21 21:20 Sufficient-Bug-9112 Plastic surgery (BBL) no one really talks about
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2024.05.21 20:25 ksinna21 Does anyone know any good plastic surgeons in Dallas for eye lid surgery(blepharoplasty)?
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2024.05.21 20:02 aoihiganbana modern beauty standards are fucked
if you look like 100 years back, these people will call the beauties of that time "mid" "a 3" etc. But it's because your brain is poisoned by modernity. High grade chemicals in skincare to make it FLAWLESS, high quality makeup, beauty filters, AI, plastic surgery becoming advanced as ever, same with treatments. you can find a treatment for basically anything you see as a flaw. you aren't born pretty anymore, you will be made beautiful.
if we transport modern women back to those times, boom, everyone's a fair maiden, because we have achieved highest level of beauty there is with our developments. there's nowhere else to reach. take your money and get updated like a robot. you all are getting too cocky with rating people with numbers, but everything that could be done is done. take look at lowest class people of the time, see how they looked, you'll probably faint.
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if we transport modern women back to those times, boom, everyone's a fair maiden, because we have achieved highest level of beauty there is with our developments. there's nowhere else to reach. take your money and get updated like a robot. you all are getting too cocky with rating people with numbers, but everything that could be done is done. take look at lowest class people of the time, see how they looked, you'll probably faint.
2024.05.21 18:53 Primary_1000 Effect of injecting corticosteroid into dense scar tissue
Can injecting steroid into scar tissue adhesions help to break up scar tissue by weakening the collagen? Typically people advise to avoid steroid shots since they can damage tissue (for ex if injected into a tendon)...but what about injecting into tissue with the goal of breaking it down?
I am ~ 1.5 years out from an open nerve release surgery (aka large popliteal fossa incision) that caused extensive scarring that I have been unable to resolve with PT, movement, etc. I am trying to avoid additional surgery since I've realized that every operation is a trauma to that area of the body and so if my issue is scarring, that will probably make the issue worse (most of my doctors agree about that). I've heard about using kenalog injections in the plastic surgery realm for scarring and wondered if this is applicable for functional issues as well?
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I am ~ 1.5 years out from an open nerve release surgery (aka large popliteal fossa incision) that caused extensive scarring that I have been unable to resolve with PT, movement, etc. I am trying to avoid additional surgery since I've realized that every operation is a trauma to that area of the body and so if my issue is scarring, that will probably make the issue worse (most of my doctors agree about that). I've heard about using kenalog injections in the plastic surgery realm for scarring and wondered if this is applicable for functional issues as well?
2024.05.21 18:44 Ok-Midnight-1321 tired of being ridiculed when calling out male peers
so this is a vent I suppose.
This has happened many many times but it happened roughly 2 days ago in a way that boiled my blood. I am personally very comfortable with calling out male (or female for that matter - though they NEVER ridicule me for it) peers when they say something misogynistic, which happens far too often, but I am so so tired of being ridiculed by them for it. The other day I was at the pub with a few friends and this guy, friend of a friend, was talking about a female celebrity who had a lot of plastic surgery done. He then said “I don’t understand why some ‘females’ overdo it, men don’t even like that” to which I responded how men always seem to think that if a woman does not conform to their standards, they have to comment on it and assume that they are unhappy and unlikeable because of it. (This happens ALL the time) I also mentioned how plastic surgery for women is most likely to achieve a standard set by MEN, so it always makes me mad when they make that sort of comment. He then looked me in the eyes with a smirk and said ‘oh, you’re one of those’ to which he probably meant a feminist. And his friends laughed along. I used to feel belittled when that shit happened but now I just feel so angry. Like, just LISTEN to me!!! And take accountability for saying something disrespectful!!! It boils my blood. When I call some men out on this sort of thing it’s like my words go right through them and they’re replaced with an ‘annoying feminist’ label.
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This has happened many many times but it happened roughly 2 days ago in a way that boiled my blood. I am personally very comfortable with calling out male (or female for that matter - though they NEVER ridicule me for it) peers when they say something misogynistic, which happens far too often, but I am so so tired of being ridiculed by them for it. The other day I was at the pub with a few friends and this guy, friend of a friend, was talking about a female celebrity who had a lot of plastic surgery done. He then said “I don’t understand why some ‘females’ overdo it, men don’t even like that” to which I responded how men always seem to think that if a woman does not conform to their standards, they have to comment on it and assume that they are unhappy and unlikeable because of it. (This happens ALL the time) I also mentioned how plastic surgery for women is most likely to achieve a standard set by MEN, so it always makes me mad when they make that sort of comment. He then looked me in the eyes with a smirk and said ‘oh, you’re one of those’ to which he probably meant a feminist. And his friends laughed along. I used to feel belittled when that shit happened but now I just feel so angry. Like, just LISTEN to me!!! And take accountability for saying something disrespectful!!! It boils my blood. When I call some men out on this sort of thing it’s like my words go right through them and they’re replaced with an ‘annoying feminist’ label.
2024.05.21 18:19 zasbbbb I received my zero semen results by email ... is that it? No post-op Doc visit?
Like the title says, I received my results today from a mail-in test. They said no semen found, so is that it? Am I good to good with the wife without fear of making more kids?
The clinic I went to doesn't have a post-op doctor visit unless you have a problem or complications... which I don't. Everything was very easy.
The doctor that did my vasectomy has left the clinic during the last 3 months to change jobs to plastic surgery type stuff so I just want to double-check with the community that this no appointment with a doctor to get the results is normal.
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The clinic I went to doesn't have a post-op doctor visit unless you have a problem or complications... which I don't. Everything was very easy.
The doctor that did my vasectomy has left the clinic during the last 3 months to change jobs to plastic surgery type stuff so I just want to double-check with the community that this no appointment with a doctor to get the results is normal.
2024.05.21 17:48 greenteatwisted Consult Next Week
I had a physical today and mentioned to my primary care that it was difficult to excercise because of my breast size, and he put in for a consult with plastic surgery. I now have a consult scheduled for next week. Hopefully I can get insurance to cover surgery.
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2024.05.21 16:28 differentkindofgrape saw a picture "like me"
i went to see a plastic surgeon about breast implants and seeing the "before" photo that was comparable to me messed me up. i don't mean to be rude to the girl in the photo whose breasts looked like mine, but i hated knowing that's what i look like. so childish and boyish. my boyfriend says he likes my boobs but i know he would like me better if i were at least average. i can't afford the out of pocket cost of the surgery and even if i get it i feel like i'll always be inferior to beautiful women with normal breasts.
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2024.05.21 16:23 jarjarp My favorites of the year so far, any other new releases I’d enjoy that I might have missed?
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2024.05.21 15:03 Few-Platypus-5802 For those who wanted to go DTI after DMX, but woke up with expanders…..
Would you share the reasons behind the surgeon’s change of plans? I know there is a chance they will find additional cancer and need for chemo/radiation after DMX and before implants. Yesterday at the plastic surgeons office, she also advised if there isn’t appropriate blood flow in the remaining skin and if the skin isn’t in the best condition following DMX, she will put in expanders. I really pray for one surgery and this was a bit of a surprise to me. Does anyone care to share their experience? My surgery is set for July 1.
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2024.05.21 14:49 pantysniffer69420 When visiting a surgeon do I have to explain in details what I want?
I have very poor visualisation skills. So far only thing I've discovered my face needs help with is DJS with sliding genio for my overbite due to recessed mandible, otoplasty for my protruding ears and maybe a rhinoplasty (depending on where my nose sits after the DJS).
But the thing is I really cannot have a final result in mind (as in, what extent of adjustment would be ideal) I just know I need these surgeries to fix the issues.
I might even need some other surgeries to complement my currently planned ones which I cannot figure out due to my poor mapping skills.
When consulting plastic surgeons can I leave the measurement (both from an aesthetic and functionality pov) aspect of my surgeries on them?
Or do I have to explain to them precisely what I want? Like "Yeah you need to stitch my ears to this extent, you need to make my nost appear like this, you need to bring my lower jaw forward this much," etc.
Also, are there any beauty consultation services I can avail where the consultant can give me a minutely detailed list of what surgeries I need and to what extent as well as a crude final result of what I might look like after having them?
Thanks.
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But the thing is I really cannot have a final result in mind (as in, what extent of adjustment would be ideal) I just know I need these surgeries to fix the issues.
I might even need some other surgeries to complement my currently planned ones which I cannot figure out due to my poor mapping skills.
When consulting plastic surgeons can I leave the measurement (both from an aesthetic and functionality pov) aspect of my surgeries on them?
Or do I have to explain to them precisely what I want? Like "Yeah you need to stitch my ears to this extent, you need to make my nost appear like this, you need to bring my lower jaw forward this much," etc.
Also, are there any beauty consultation services I can avail where the consultant can give me a minutely detailed list of what surgeries I need and to what extent as well as a crude final result of what I might look like after having them?
Thanks.
2024.05.21 14:41 taigathecat Rhinoplasty & facial contouring at AB Plastic Surgery
 | Prefacing this by saying I did get a discount for posting reviews but this is my honest opinion. submitted by taigathecat to SeoulPlasticSurgery [link] [comments] Procedures: rhinoplasty, cheekbone reduction, mandible reduction How I found them: I was researching on the app UNNI and found the clinic’s work very tempting. I asked in a surgery Kakao Chat and was told that AB is very popular for their rhinoplasties and facial contouring. I had consulted with 4 other clinics online and ultimately AB gave me the quote I wanted and so I put down the deposit and flew to Korea May 1st. Day of consultation: the facility is huge, clean and modern. I was honestly surprised at how busy it was. I didn’t mind this too much but I know for some they prefer quieter clinics. I met my translator who would guide me throughout this whole process. My consultations were quick, mostly because I had done my own research and knew the risks and outlines of each procedure already. The questions I had were answered very concisely. Surgery: this was where I struggled the most. I was put under GA and when I woke up I was incredibly sick. I also think the compression band they put around my ribs after my rib graft was too tight and caused me an excruciating amount of pain. I was hospitalized overnight but I do wish the nurse had checked on me more often. The next morning was very rough and I genuinely thought I was going to pass out at points, but the nurse stayed with me and my travel partner picked me up and I went back to my Airbnb. Check ups: I had 3 check ups total. These were handled by the same nurse who was very educational and told me everything I needed to know about how to properly heal. I met with each dr one more time (for some this may not be enough but I’d assume if you insist they’d let you see them again) and they both confirmed everything went well. I did get deswelling lasers 3x, I’m curious to know if they had other treatments because some clinics have hair washing and the like but tbh I just wanted to get in and out. Results: I’m very happy with the results! I’m still super swollen but I can definitely see my face is smaller and my nose is exactly what I asked for (same nose, just higher). Although I mostly see dramatic results with their work I would definitely suggest the clinic to those who want more natural looks as well. All in all I’m very satisfied with my journey with AB. I had complete trust in the doctors there and was very comfortable with my translator. I do wish some parts of the aftercare were a little more personalized but I do also understand it’s a big clinic and that’s how they operate. I’ve met a few more people who plan to go there soon and I know they’ll love their results as well _^ let me know if you have any questions and sorry for the long post! |
2024.05.21 14:27 Necessary-Success234 I'm at my breaking point
So my mom had plastic surgery May 8 and I've been at her home taking care of her, making her meals and helping with wound care. Anyway she was developing an infection so she was admitted to the hospital for a few days. I can't tell explain how draining it is to be around her. I can't stand her. I just want to tell her to find someone else to take care of her. I'm waiting today to see if she needs to be picked up from the hospital. I have other issues I'm dealing with like barely able to afford my rent for this month and my sister is in the hospital who may have schizophrenia. ( she is living with my mom and I fear my mom makes my sisters mental health worse and worse). I'm not really sure what to do.
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2024.05.21 14:20 iimpliicit My mother wants me to get plastic surgery
Ever since I was young, I have never really thought I was very pretty. I thought I was quite below average looking and struggled with my mental health as a result. My mother has also always pushed getting plastic surgery on me since I was young, specifically, double eyelid surgery. I am Korean, so I was naturally born with monolids and she finds them very ugly. I always told her no and got very angry at her every time she suggested it to me because even if I thought I was ugly, I personally did not want to get surgery for it.
Since I turned 18 and started going to university, she has pushed this idea of getting surgery on me weekly. She thinks my reason of "I just don't want to" and "I accept the way I am now" are nonsense and not a good reason. Today, I had a fight with her as she once again asked me why I didn't want to get surgery. Usually, after I say no, she says, "Don't you want to be pretty?" and I would respond with "So you think I'm ugly?" This time, instead of giving up, she went onto say that she thought I was not very pretty. Not ugly, not pretty, just a face. She said that that was a fact and that in the future, if i wanted to date boys or make friends, I had to be pretty which meant getting double eyelid surgery. No one would want someone who looked like me, especially not boys. I got extremely upset and started crying, in the middle of a public cafe too (man :/). She then told me that she would give me a week to think and that if I said no again, she would never bring it up again and that even if I begged her while I was older, she would refuse.
Some might think, "Well thats great! Just say no!" She said it in an extremely manipulative tone and my mother has a history of ghosting me and giving me the silent treatment when I don't agree with her (shes always been very abusive, if you can't tell by now). I don't know what to do. I've just recently began to accept my face and my eyes and this fight today has really hurt me. I'm worried that if I say no, my mother won't just move on and will make an even bigger deal out of this. At most, I am willing to try things like double eyelid tape and even go to a consultation as long as I am allowed to back out at anytime without being berated. I don't know what to do. Usually I just move on but what she said today really hurt me. Being told that my small eyes and the fact that I am not pretty are the reason it will be hard to make friends or a boyfriend, hurts.
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Since I turned 18 and started going to university, she has pushed this idea of getting surgery on me weekly. She thinks my reason of "I just don't want to" and "I accept the way I am now" are nonsense and not a good reason. Today, I had a fight with her as she once again asked me why I didn't want to get surgery. Usually, after I say no, she says, "Don't you want to be pretty?" and I would respond with "So you think I'm ugly?" This time, instead of giving up, she went onto say that she thought I was not very pretty. Not ugly, not pretty, just a face. She said that that was a fact and that in the future, if i wanted to date boys or make friends, I had to be pretty which meant getting double eyelid surgery. No one would want someone who looked like me, especially not boys. I got extremely upset and started crying, in the middle of a public cafe too (man :/). She then told me that she would give me a week to think and that if I said no again, she would never bring it up again and that even if I begged her while I was older, she would refuse.
Some might think, "Well thats great! Just say no!" She said it in an extremely manipulative tone and my mother has a history of ghosting me and giving me the silent treatment when I don't agree with her (shes always been very abusive, if you can't tell by now). I don't know what to do. I've just recently began to accept my face and my eyes and this fight today has really hurt me. I'm worried that if I say no, my mother won't just move on and will make an even bigger deal out of this. At most, I am willing to try things like double eyelid tape and even go to a consultation as long as I am allowed to back out at anytime without being berated. I don't know what to do. Usually I just move on but what she said today really hurt me. Being told that my small eyes and the fact that I am not pretty are the reason it will be hard to make friends or a boyfriend, hurts.
2024.05.21 14:01 Sufficient-Code-8436 Need Advice: Kicked Out of Medical Tourism FB Group Right Before My Surgery – What Should I Do?
Hi there,
I need some advice as I don’t know what to do. My surgery for revision BA is scheduled for June 3, and the medical tourism agency suddenly kicked me out and blocked me from their FB group.
Here’s some background: The agency I went with five years ago was very slow to respond, so I got a quotation from another agency that also represents the hospital I went to before. I went ahead and paid the deposit to this other agency. They have this group about promoting Thai and Bali plastic surgery.
What I think went wrong: There was a post asking about liposuction experiences in Thailand, Bali, Australia, and New Zealand. I replied that I had abdominal and arm liposuction in Gangnam, South Korea, and mentioned she could browse Unni and All About Mei for promotions. I even posted a screenshot of an example promotion, which was a very good deal.
Now, I can’t see the group anymore. When I searched with my second FB account, I found them. They not only removed me but also blocked me.
I was looking forward to asking questions and sharing my progress in the group, but now I can’t. I can’t back out now, as I’ve already paid a deposit of $500, booked non-refundable airfare for around $800, and reserved a non-refundable hotel costing around $2,000. Also i waited 3 months to get surgery date to the doctor.
I received no message or warning before being kicked out.
I’m a little worried about asking the owner why I got removed from the group because I will still be using her agency for my upcoming revision breast augmentation. I'm not sure what to do or how to handle the situation.
Thank you for any advice you can offer.
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I need some advice as I don’t know what to do. My surgery for revision BA is scheduled for June 3, and the medical tourism agency suddenly kicked me out and blocked me from their FB group.
Here’s some background: The agency I went with five years ago was very slow to respond, so I got a quotation from another agency that also represents the hospital I went to before. I went ahead and paid the deposit to this other agency. They have this group about promoting Thai and Bali plastic surgery.
What I think went wrong: There was a post asking about liposuction experiences in Thailand, Bali, Australia, and New Zealand. I replied that I had abdominal and arm liposuction in Gangnam, South Korea, and mentioned she could browse Unni and All About Mei for promotions. I even posted a screenshot of an example promotion, which was a very good deal.
Now, I can’t see the group anymore. When I searched with my second FB account, I found them. They not only removed me but also blocked me.
I was looking forward to asking questions and sharing my progress in the group, but now I can’t. I can’t back out now, as I’ve already paid a deposit of $500, booked non-refundable airfare for around $800, and reserved a non-refundable hotel costing around $2,000. Also i waited 3 months to get surgery date to the doctor.
I received no message or warning before being kicked out.
I’m a little worried about asking the owner why I got removed from the group because I will still be using her agency for my upcoming revision breast augmentation. I'm not sure what to do or how to handle the situation.
Thank you for any advice you can offer.
2024.05.21 13:49 Gossip-Luv2 Reddit Awards are Back Too Many Posting Rules are Broken Stop crying and criticising everything on Sub
Hello Gossipers
Reddit Awards are back. We all get some Free Awards, so give them away carefully. I have no idea who gets how many free awards, Reddit sent a email about it to everyone, so whoever is interested, read it.
There's a New Post type - AMA. If you are posting OG Gossip, using Exaggerated Claims , please try to use this Post type. We are not enforcing this rule, but it'll be good for members to cross-question OP and others to sort the comments as per Answered comments
We have to remove around 30 - 50 posts a day because they don't belong to this Sub. All Cinematic posts belong to Bollywood. No Fan Edits, Meme , Music allowed here. Read rules.
There are too many low quality picture posts. I'm sure only Bhai fans are interested in looking at 20 pics of old and handsome Bhoi. Unseen pic posts are fine but a collection of one actor looking good from 90s.....head to Fanclub please. If you can't find Bhoi fanclub, post on Biggboss . Someone please let us know Bhoi FC Sub link.
There's a lovely Sub - ClassicDesiCelebs , they welcome all old pic posts. Subscribe and contribute to this Sub. They are allowed 2 cross posts a month on this Sub as well. We will lock comments here, interested people can comment on OG post.
This is a GOSSIP Sub - How many times do I need to explain that we are petty, we are hypocrite and we are toxic. Why are you looking for feel good posts on this Sub? There are too many posts crying about "Why hate".....like we were any better before !! All these posts are META. Its Rule 1 on sidebar.
We hate everyone. We troll everyone. We speculate plastic surgeries and we speculate love lives, affairs, pregnancies and other things. People enjoy pulling down others and when the target is your favourite, you begin objecting and turn Woke. Aise kaise ...
Every star gets their head pinned as target. All Faltu Fours have hate posts. DP fans should stop crying about why so many posts when she is pregnant. Are we DP's Fanclub? Why are you getting offended by trolling when you are one of the most vile troll on this Sub? Did DP fans forget what they say about Katrina, PC , Ash , Anu and Alia?
Mods tried to bring some rule of not trolling Pregnant stars, during Alia's Pregnancy trolling . DP fans raised strong objection to this as it was against freedom of speech and they argued that if not on Gossip Sub, where will they discuss this. We had to accept their demand and we are sticking to their demand even now.
You are reaping what you have sown, its not this Sub's fault. Its literally called KARMA on Reddit. Deal with it.
Lastly, the Reddit glitch of multiple posts getting posted, seems to be resolved for most members. If you are still getting this error, refresh your App
The "Number of members online" data is still faulty. Entire Reddit is affected by it. I don't know when it'll be resolved.
Lets brace for another Ambani Prewedding on Cruise.
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Reddit Awards are back. We all get some Free Awards, so give them away carefully. I have no idea who gets how many free awards, Reddit sent a email about it to everyone, so whoever is interested, read it.
There's a New Post type - AMA. If you are posting OG Gossip, using Exaggerated Claims , please try to use this Post type. We are not enforcing this rule, but it'll be good for members to cross-question OP and others to sort the comments as per Answered comments
We have to remove around 30 - 50 posts a day because they don't belong to this Sub. All Cinematic posts belong to Bollywood. No Fan Edits, Meme , Music allowed here. Read rules.
There are too many low quality picture posts. I'm sure only Bhai fans are interested in looking at 20 pics of old and handsome Bhoi. Unseen pic posts are fine but a collection of one actor looking good from 90s.....head to Fanclub please. If you can't find Bhoi fanclub, post on Biggboss . Someone please let us know Bhoi FC Sub link.
There's a lovely Sub - ClassicDesiCelebs , they welcome all old pic posts. Subscribe and contribute to this Sub. They are allowed 2 cross posts a month on this Sub as well. We will lock comments here, interested people can comment on OG post.
This is a GOSSIP Sub - How many times do I need to explain that we are petty, we are hypocrite and we are toxic. Why are you looking for feel good posts on this Sub? There are too many posts crying about "Why hate".....like we were any better before !! All these posts are META. Its Rule 1 on sidebar.
We hate everyone. We troll everyone. We speculate plastic surgeries and we speculate love lives, affairs, pregnancies and other things. People enjoy pulling down others and when the target is your favourite, you begin objecting and turn Woke. Aise kaise ...
Every star gets their head pinned as target. All Faltu Fours have hate posts. DP fans should stop crying about why so many posts when she is pregnant. Are we DP's Fanclub? Why are you getting offended by trolling when you are one of the most vile troll on this Sub? Did DP fans forget what they say about Katrina, PC , Ash , Anu and Alia?
Mods tried to bring some rule of not trolling Pregnant stars, during Alia's Pregnancy trolling . DP fans raised strong objection to this as it was against freedom of speech and they argued that if not on Gossip Sub, where will they discuss this. We had to accept their demand and we are sticking to their demand even now.
You are reaping what you have sown, its not this Sub's fault. Its literally called KARMA on Reddit. Deal with it.
Lastly, the Reddit glitch of multiple posts getting posted, seems to be resolved for most members. If you are still getting this error, refresh your App
The "Number of members online" data is still faulty. Entire Reddit is affected by it. I don't know when it'll be resolved.
Lets brace for another Ambani Prewedding on Cruise.
Jai Jio
2024.05.21 13:12 worldoftanksgamer asked for the reason fans hide surgery
i asked in the koppers subreddit why they deny having plastic surgery. If they are more toxic towards me there (even though my post was made in extreme politeness) that just proves they are extremely protective of their idols
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2024.05.21 12:38 Silver_Drummer_2064 Seeking Advice on Botox at 21
Hi everyone,
I had facial paralysis as a baby, and now I'm turning 22 in two months, one eye is bigger while the other is hooded and twitches. This asymmetry has made me very insecure and has impacted my social life.
Doctors, including my ophthalmologist/plastic surgeon, advised against surgery and recommended Botox for medical reasons. It might last longer than the typical 3-4 months, potentially up to a year.
I've scheduled my first Botox injection in two weeks but am stressed about committing to ongoing treatments. I'm anxious about change and prefer natural approaches. I'm torn about this decision and concerned that if I don't like the results after the Botox fades, I’ll struggle even more with self-acceptance.
I’d appreciate any advice or experiences. Is it okay to start Botox at 21 for these reasons? Any input is welcome.
Thank you!
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I had facial paralysis as a baby, and now I'm turning 22 in two months, one eye is bigger while the other is hooded and twitches. This asymmetry has made me very insecure and has impacted my social life.
Doctors, including my ophthalmologist/plastic surgeon, advised against surgery and recommended Botox for medical reasons. It might last longer than the typical 3-4 months, potentially up to a year.
I've scheduled my first Botox injection in two weeks but am stressed about committing to ongoing treatments. I'm anxious about change and prefer natural approaches. I'm torn about this decision and concerned that if I don't like the results after the Botox fades, I’ll struggle even more with self-acceptance.
I’d appreciate any advice or experiences. Is it okay to start Botox at 21 for these reasons? Any input is welcome.
Thank you!
2024.05.21 11:56 GuiltlessMaple Best Cold Steel Walking Staff
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Reviews🔗Cold Steel Trench Hawk Trainer - Practical, Durable, and Safe Tomahawk Traininghttps://preview.redd.it/irjjeqp75r1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=3750252d822da3ff202e9763c9ec4d406af570ba When I got my hands on the Cold Steel Trench Hawk Trainer, I was immediately impressed by its size and weight. The synthetic material felt surprisingly sturdy and authentic, making it perfect for learning the ropes without the danger of injury. Not to mention, it closely resembles the actual Trench Hawk, so every training session felt like a real-life scenario. However, the weight was noticeably lighter than the real deal, which might not be ideal for those looking for a more accurate experience. Overall, the Trench Hawk Trainer provided a safe and effective way to hone my skills, and I'd highly recommend it to anyone looking to up their training game. 🔗Cold Steel Trail Hawk Axe: Versatile and Durable Outdoor Survival Gearhttps://preview.redd.it/7k71a5185r1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=be06c054c5c50dfc65f95b961702a8943da601bf The Cold Steel Trail Hawk Tactical Gear is a versatile and durable axe that's perfect for survivalists, preppers, and outdoor enthusiasts alike. Its lightweight design, coupled with its functional hammer poll, makes it an invaluable tool for camping, hiking, and even self-defense. While the thin blade may limit its chopping capabilities, its small size and affordability make it a great option for those seeking a practical and budget-friendly solution. 🔗Cold Steel Heavy Duty Nylon Cane with Rubber Ferrulehttps://preview.redd.it/zff2qcd85r1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=49220e3304283938aeb10702863408684c69f846 I've been using the Cold Steel Heavy Duty Cane in my daily life, and it has proven to be quite the companion. The nylon handle provides an enhanced grip that makes it convenient to hold, while the steel construction ensures structural strength for long-term use. I particularly appreciate the rubber ferrule, which is designed to be slip-resistant, making it an excellent choice for uneven terrain or icy sidewalks. One downside is that it might be a bit heavy for some people, especially those who don't need the extra weight for support. However, the overall design and engineering of the cane are top-notch, and it gives me a sense of reassurance knowing I have a sturdy and reliable walking staff whenever I need it. 🔗Cold Steel 1911 Guardian 2 Walking Stick for Comfort and Stylehttps://preview.redd.it/iows0cp85r1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e4b98bc778859c22702efc1ea039213016671ef0 I recently had the opportunity to try out the Cold Steel 1911 Guardian II Walking Stick, and let me tell you, it's quite the conversation starter! The first thing I noticed was the attention to detail - the pistol grip-inspired handle is surprisingly ergonomic, making it a comfortable addition to my daily walks. The aluminum shaft is both sturdy and lightweight, making it easy to navigate through various terrains. But what really sets this walking stick apart is the pebble grain synthetic grip - it provides a firm hold without causing any discomfort, even during long walks. I also appreciate the fact that it's designed to accommodate custom 1911 pistol grips, allowing me to personalize it further. One of the most impressive features is the rubber ferrule at the end of the shaft. It provides excellent traction on wet, icy, or uneven surfaces, ensuring a safe and secure walking experience. Overall, I'm quite pleased with the Cold Steel 1911 Guardian II Walking Stick. It's not just a practical walking aid; it's a stylish accessory that adds a touch of flair to my daily walks. 🔗Introducing Cold Steel's Ultimate Synthetic Training Staff: Indestructible and Perfect for Martial Artshttps://preview.redd.it/2lba3y395r1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=eae250cdb4c8527b1445b9ee59b0d1ad6b42c837 As someone who has been training martial arts for years, I was drawn to the Cold Steel Training Staff for its durability and resistance to damage. I found that it was incredibly reliable and felt solid in my hands, making it the perfect training tool. One of the standout features of this staff was its weight, which gave me a realistic feeling when practicing. While some users noted that it was heavier than they preferred, I appreciated the added challenge and authenticity it provided. The thickness of the staff was another highlight, as it allowed for better control and maneuverability during practice. However, some users mentioned that it was slightly off-balance due to the uneven thickness at the ends. Despite this minor issue, the overall design was well-suited for martial arts training and flow art. The polypropylene material used in the construction of this staff was another impressive aspect, as it proved to be virtually unbreakable and practically indestructible. It held up well to wear and tear, even after years of use. However, some users suggested that it might be too heavy for certain applications, such as hiking. Overall, the Cold Steel Training Staff proved to be a reliable and effective training tool. It provided the necessary challenge for those looking to perfect their martial arts techniques and was a versatile option for various exercises. However, its weight and thickness might be a factor for some users, depending on their specific needs and preferences. 🔗Stylish, Durable Cold Steel Walking Staff for Urban Strollshttps://preview.redd.it/0lcmvxg95r1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ce2cc79129df519ebf5b3dbfa4bbda7468f92142 The Cold Steel Pistol Grip City Stick was my daily companion for quite some time, and I have to say, it proved to be quite versatile and durable. Made entirely out of eleven layers of fiberglass, I was impressed by its ability to withstand impact without a single crack. The 6160 Aluminum head provided an added touch of elegance and sophistication. One of the most prominent features of this walking stick was its ability to function as both a cane and a self-defense weapon. The pistol grip design made it easy to hold and use, providing a comfortable and secure grip during long walks or in case of emergencies. However, there were a couple of drawbacks. Firstly, the cane proved to be a bit on the heavy side. Granted, its heft gave it a sense of robustness and stability, but I couldn't help but wish it were a tad lighter for those extended walks. Another minor concern was the screw holding the head to the shaft. It felt a bit thin, and although I never had any issues with it, the possibility of a break seemed somewhat of a risk. Overall, I would still recommend this walking stick for its durability, versatility, and elegance. It's surely a reliable companion for any adventurous spirit. 🔗Cold Steel Polymer Axe Head Walking Staff for Enhanced Support and Durabilityhttps://preview.redd.it/20kthy0a5r1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=95d46f72287d72e2b6fb76d5e39a9e2ea10485db Recently, I got my hands on the Cold Steel Axe Head Polymer Cane, and it has been a game-changer for me. As someone who often goes hiking and enjoys long walks, this cane offers enhanced support that I had never experienced before. The polypropylene material is a significant highlight of this product; it not only makes it sturdy and durable but also stands up to harsh weather conditions. One feature that stood out to me is the axe-shaped handle. It's comfortable to grip and holds well, making it an excellent companion for my adventures. However, one downside I noticed was the lack of any resistance mechanism at the end of the cane. This made it a bit challenging to keep it steady on hard surfaces, as it would slide around quite easily. Overall, the Cold Steel Axe Head Polymer Cane has proven to be a reliable and versatile walking tool. Its solid construction and sturdy design make it an excellent choice for hikers and outdoor enthusiasts like myself. Despite the minor issue with the cane's resistance mechanism, I wholeheartedly recommend it to anyone looking for a dependable and functional walking stick. 🔗Cold Steel Soldier's Targe Walking Staffhttps://preview.redd.it/d4ugtuca5r1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=87d1c33224084b7fc7b653754e9e556b29578375 I've been using the Cold Steel Soldier's Targe in my daily life, and let me tell you, it's a game-changer! Made in the USA, this 19-inch diameter shield measures 0.5 inches in thickness with a weight of 2 lbs. 2.7 oz. Now, I know what you're thinking: what's so special about it, right? Well, let me tell you. This shield is not only sturdy, but it's also incredibly reliable. Made from polypropylene, it's the perfect size to not only take on a variety of swords but also to provide years of hard service. The weight is just right – heavy enough to deflect incoming blows but not so heavy that it feels excessive. Now, let's talk about the user experience. This targe is a great training tool, perfect for SCA rattan combat. And it's versatile! Not only is it great for training, but it can also be used for solo movements or even for self-defense – surprise! However, one thing to note is that the weight can be a little more on the heavy side, especially when you're trying to lift it. But that's a small price to pay for such a reliable and sturdy shield. Overall, the Cold Steel Soldier's Targe is a fantastic product that's perfect for anyone looking for a reliable and versatile shield. The price is quite reasonable, especially considering the high-quality materials and craftsmanship. Great for training, great for self-defense, and great for everyday use – this is one targe you definitely don't want to be without! 🔗Stylish Blackthorn Shillelagh Walking Stick with Clipped Thorn Designhttps://preview.redd.it/pmy8wpqa5r1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=6b6be0956554eb7d7f21cc9fe61c45431308bc3a My experience with the Blackthorn Shillelagh has been nothing short of a delight. Its distinctive charm immediately caught my eye, with its clipped thorns design elevating it from a mere walking stick to a unique accessory. Made from high-impact polymer material, it boasts an enhanced durability that's perfect for prolonged usage without the need for constant maintenance. One of the most remarkable aspects of this product is its polished faux-wood head. Not only does it provide a smooth and premium look, but it also adds to the overall appeal and functionality of the walking stick. I found that its overall length of 27 inches and weight of 20.1 ounces offered a solid balance and ease of use during all my outdoor activities. However, I did notice a few drawbacks. Firstly, the weight may not be ideal for all users, especially if it's to be used frequently or for extended periods. Additionally, the thorns on the shaft initially felt uncomfortable, which led to some modifications being made in order to enhance user comfort. Despite its minor drawbacks, the Cold Steel Blackthorn Shillelagh remains a highly-functional and visually alluring accessory. Its durability and unique design make it a fantastic addition to anyone's collection of walking sticks, whether for everyday use or as a collector's piece. 🔗Cold Steel Heavy-Duty Nylon Walking Staff with Black Anodized Aluminum Shafthttps://preview.redd.it/536x4g4b5r1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d414e75dbe38be619ceb08d2ec9519b3d5afb86a Imagine taking a stroll with a walking staff that feels both sturdy and comfortable in your hands. That's the experience the Cold Steel Cable Whip Cane provides. I've had the pleasure of using this cane in my daily life, and it has made all the difference. The heavy-duty nylon handle feels durable yet provides a natural grip, while the black anodized aluminum shaft adds elegance and strength. As expected from Cold Steel, this walking staff is made with top-tier materials and construction methods that assure it will last an impressive amount of time. The 37-inch overall length and 27.25-inch whip length offer ample support and reach, making it suitable for various terrains and activities. However, there is one downside to the Cable Whip Cane. Its nylon handle, while comfortable, can get slippery during rainy or sweaty conditions. It would be great if Cold Steel could incorporate a texture or another material for better grip in such situations. Overall, the Cold Steel Cable Whip Cane is a reliable and versatile walking staff that has greatly enhanced my outdoor adventures. Its unique design and top-quality construction make it stand out among other canes in the market. With minor improvements, this product could become a true essential for those seeking a durable and reliable walking aid. 🔗Cool Halloween Wand Walking Staffhttps://preview.redd.it/k5ybp9ob5r1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=edfce4069896de939b18eed54a2c30c5c01c8d72 Recently, I came across this unique Walking Staff, or as some call it, the Cold Steel Walking Stick. As a fan of both practical and eye-catching accessories, I was intrigued to try it out firsthand. What really stood out to me was the 62-inch length, which added a certain level of grandiosity to my wanderings, making me feel like I was on a quest for some hidden treasure. Despite being made of plastic, the Walking Staff surprisingly felt sturdy and well-made, thanks to its realistic wood grain texture. This added detail gave it a touch of sophistication, making me feel confident in its ability to support me on my journey. With a weight that was far from burdensome, I quickly came to love the convenience it provided while strolling around town. However, there were a couple of drawbacks as well. Although the black detailing made the staff visually appealing, it did attract a considerable amount of attention. This might not be a problem for some, but I found myself feeling a bit self-conscious as I used it. Additionally, even though it was lightweight, I couldn't help but feel that a more durable material like metal would have given me a stronger sense of security during my adventures. In conclusion, the Walking Staff, or the Cold Steel Walking Stick, is a delightful and practical accessory for those who want to add a touch of magic to their daily life. Its unique blend of style and function, while not perfect, definitely makes it an interesting choice for anyone looking for something a bit unconventional. 🔗Cold Steel Walking Axe Head Cane: Combat-Inspired Self-Defense Stickhttps://preview.redd.it/s8dwl60c5r1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=8e378270308907bb4418d6f109a0749bbd66787b Recently, I've been using the Cold Steel Walking Cane with an Axe head. At first, the weight of the cane was noticeable, but it quickly became sturdy and trusty. I preferred to use the cane as intended, rather than attempting to modify it for a smaller size. The cane's handle was comfortable, providing a perfect grip for everyday use. However, the slick surface of the cane was a bit of a drawback when moving around on polished floors; it didn't offer much resistance, and sometimes it became difficult for me to keep a firm hold. During my time using the cane, I found it to be an excellent choice when traversing various types of terrain. The axe head was both an appealing design and served a practical purpose. However, I also discovered that the product really needed a rubber tip on the end to prevent it from sliding all over the place. This, combined with the slight inconveniences posed by the cane's material and size, have led me to rate the Cold Steel Walking Cane with an axe head a solid, functional, and versatile tool for daily use. 🔗Durable Walking Staff for City and Trail Usehttps://preview.redd.it/cfrjdvsc5r1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f48916bc4e0ffafd2bd923bc33ec1150d91eebe5 I recently had the chance to try out the Cold Steel Walkabout Stick, and I must say, it truly is a versatile and sturdy tool. Made from solid black polypropylene, it's a durable option that's perfect for hiking or using as a self-defense weapon. The weight and over-sized rounded pommel head give it a solid heft, making it an ideal companion for navigating tricky terrain or keeping an intimidating presence. The textured surface provides a comfortable and firm grip, while the simple one-piece construction ensures it remains lightweight when you need it. The walking stick is not just an aid for stability, but also doubles as a useful tool for outdoor activities, and I appreciate its stylish yet practical design. Overall, the Cold Steel Walkabout Stick is a great addition to any walker's arsenal and a fun conversation piece. If you're looking for a reliable and all-purpose walking stick, this one is definitely worth checking out! . 🔗Polypropylene Walking Stick for Outdoor Adventureshttps://preview.redd.it/k9fczred5r1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5af7cf427fc41ce9e0ae5a3d3d0d5669c6cd3652 As a nature lover and avid hiker, I was intrigued by the promise of the Blackthorn Walking Stick. After using it for a few weeks, I can confidently say it's a sturdy and reliable companion for my outdoor adventures. One feature that stands out is the blend of polypropylene and wood-like texture. This gives the walking stick a perfect balance of strength and style. While it may not have the same rugged feel as a real Blackthorn staff, the faux wood knob at the top adds a touch of elegance and authenticity. The walking stick is also surprisingly lightweight despite its substantial length of 59 inches. This makes it ideal for long treks without causing undue fatigue. The dimensions and ergonomic design make it comfortable to hold for extended periods. However, the one drawback I encountered was that the thorns on the knob could occasionally snag on my clothing or backpack. While this might seem like a minor issue, it's something to be aware of when walking in tight spaces. Overall, the Blackthorn Walking Stick is a great investment for those who enjoy hiking and camping. It provides both functionality and style, making it a worthy companion for any outdoor enthusiast. Buyer's GuideWelcome to the buyer's guide for Cold Steel Walking Staff. This guide will help you understand the important features, considerations, and general advice about the product category to ensure you make the best choice for your needs.Design and Durabilityhttps://preview.redd.it/1zyfd25g5r1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=844cec7025458eecdc79dae2fd682965a0c73dae First and foremost, the design and durability of a Cold Steel Walking Staff are crucial. Look for high-quality materials like aluminum or stainless steel for durability and a comfortable grip for user comfort. The staff should have a sturdy build and a reliable locking mechanism to ensure its stability. AdjustabilityAdjustability is another important feature to consider when purchasing a Cold Steel Walking Staff. Adjustable staffs provide ample height and reach options, making them ideal for use by people of varying heights, ages, and needs. Make sure the staff has a simple, easy-to-use locking mechanism for quick height adjustments.Material WeightConsider the material weight when choosing Cold Steel Walking Staff. While lighter staffs are easier to carry, heavier ones offer better support and stability. Ultimately, it comes down to personal preference and the specific application for the staff. https://preview.redd.it/j75jrljg5r1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c2b202a9e5bf738545f53af0c054ed8e749862ef Styling and ColorsCold Steel Walking Staffs come in various styles and colors, which can add a personal touch to your outdoor adventures. Personal preferences may dictate the choice of styling and color, so make sure to review your options and choose the one that best suits your taste and needs.CostFinally, consider your budget when purchasing a Cold Steel Walking Staff. While more expensive options may have higher-quality materials and more features, it's essential to find a product that fits your budget and needs.Congratulations on choosing a Cold Steel Walking Staff. With the information provided in this guide, you now have the knowledge to make an informed choice that best suits your needs. Happy shopping! FAQhttps://preview.redd.it/30sjkg1h5r1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=09bbb615e2cfd9d22549c88d0a4b013da3475a80 What is the Cold Steel Walking Staff?The Cold Steel Walking Staff is a sturdy and durable walking cane designed for individuals who require assistance or additional support while walking. It is made from high-quality materials and features a sleek, stylish design that is both functional and appealing.Who is the target audience for the Cold Steel Walking Staff?The Cold Steel Walking Staff is suitable for a wide range of individuals who require assistance with walking, including older adults, people with mobility issues, or anyone recovering from an injury or surgery that limits their mobility. https://preview.redd.it/ukx6fneh5r1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=07a906e94efe1bcd283d866280397c20ebd4993b What are the key features of the Cold Steel Walking Staff?
What materials does the Cold Steel Walking Staff come in?The Cold Steel Walking Staff is available in various materials, including aluminum, steel, and other durable materials designed for optimal strength and lightweight performance.What is the price range for the Cold Steel Walking Staff?The price range for the Cold Steel Walking Staff varies depending on the material and design of the walking cane. It is recommended to check with the manufacturer or a trusted retailer for the most accurate and up-to-date pricing information.How does the Cold Steel Walking Staff differ from other walking canes in the market?The Cold Steel Walking Staff stands out from other walking canes due to its high-quality materials, elegant design, and adjustable height for better comfort and support. This walking cane also offers a non-slip grip for added safety, making it a preferred choice for those seeking a functional and stylish walking aid.Where can I purchase the Cold Steel Walking Staff?The Cold Steel Walking Staff can be purchased from various online retailers or through the Cold Steel website. It is recommended to check with the manufacturer or a trusted retailer for availability and pricing information.As an Amazon™ Associate, we earn from qualifying purchases. |
2024.05.21 11:29 catespice Memoirs of a Long Pig
“We’re a meat family,” my dad would proudly tell strangers. He’d wait for the quizzical look, then launch into detail, starting with how many freezers we had, how long we could sustain ourselves on the contents. It was just his way of starting a conversation, which made sense when you considered that raising and home-killing animals for food was, for want of a better term, his life-long hobby. His prize possession was one of those industrial-sized vacuum sealers: you could put half a pig inside and wrap it in plastic so tightly that every wrinkle and skin fold waxed unreal with shiny detail.
If we hadn’t lived in a rural area, albeit semi-urbanised, I guess it would have been pretty weird. But the mostly farming-stock locals only found his extra enthusiasm a little bit odd.
When he wasn’t being a bit embarrassing talking about it, I never really paid much heed to his hobby. I had a child’s vaguely grateful awareness that though our family went through some lean financial times, our stomachs never suffered like some of the families around us. All the beef, pork, ham and bacon in those big old chest freezers passed down from his dad really could have fed us for years.
I should preface all this by saying that I wasn’t a particularly bright kid, though neither was I dumb. I didn’t fail badly at anything in school, I just never achieved beyond a pass. I didn’t know it yet back then, still quietly dreaming about being a ballet star or a dressage champion, but mediocrity was my destiny. And I think that’s why I got on so well with my Aunt Liz.
Liz was my dad’s live-in youngest sister. She was one of those women who get described as ‘bubbly’ — not really pretty, not really smart, not a lot going on besides just being… well, all Liz. But she was salt of the earth; kind, caring, and great with kids. She was the only person who would willingly mind my two older brothers, who fought like hellcats and caused more trouble than the whole last generation of my family combined. People would privately lament to my parents that it was a shame Liz didn’t have kids of her own, but dad would just shake his head and say Liz liked it that way – that all the fun of looking after kids is being able to give them back to their parents.
I guess she was like me; nice, but mediocre. Lovely, but somehow forgettable when she wasn’t doing something for you.
But when Liz left us, I couldn’t forget her.
In hindsight, it was pretty weird timing that we had a big fortieth birthday party for Liz right before she disappeared. She was radiant that night; she’d hired a local girl to do her hair and makeup, and it was honestly the first time I’d ever seen her look pretty. She’d even worn a push-up bra under a tight red dress, which flattered her very plump curves well enough that the neighbour’s farmhand was spotted disappearing into the woolshed with her for a snog. In my dawning awareness, that gave a plain girl hope: if Aunty Liz could get a guy at forty, maybe things would turn out okay for me.
Anyway, I couldn’t forget how her pink cheeks, her eyes, her whole self, glowed that night before Liz went to bed. She said it was the best birthday ever, and that she was very much looking forward to the next stage of her life.
Would I have done anything different, if I had known? If I had realised what, exactly, that next stage was?
The week after the party, Aunt Liz said she was going on a little holiday up north, to visit some old school friends. She packed her things – she didn’t honestly have that many – and drove her little orange mini out onto the main road. And with a wave of one fleshy hand, she was gone. Nobody really thought much of it when she didn’t call, because nobody rural had cellphones back then. And Liz was, as I said, somehow kinda forgettable when she wasn’t right in front of you.
When we hadn’t had contact for six weeks, Dad tracked down the land line numbers for their old school buddies. They were surprised to hear from him — Liz had never arrived, so they had just assumed she’d cancelled her visit. No-one had thought to check. I eavesdropped on the conversation, and it sounded for all the world like *they* had forgotten about Aunt Liz, too.
From there it became a missing person case. The local cops came and talked to all of us; the farmhand who’d been seen snogging her was briefly detained, then let go, dad got grilled at length, even my hellion brothers were questioned thoroughly to see if this was one of their wild and dangerous pranks gone wrong.
But everything was a dead end. Nobody knew where Liz was, or what had happened to her.
The remains of her old mini were found halfway across the country, burned out on a beach, on a derelict stretch of ragged, rocky coastline. The police assumed murder and combed the area for remains. But even the most expert divers couldn’t conquer the incredible undertow and fast-shifting seabed of that coastline to look for evidence, so none was forthcoming.
Eventually the cops collectively shrugged and said that there was really nothing more they could do unless more information suddenly came to light. The locals knew nothing, no witnesses had come forward, and the trail was cold. As far as anyone knew, poor aunt Liz had been murdered on some desolate beach, far away from her home.
It didn’t feel fair to me. She’d once mentioned wanting her remains buried on our farm, in the graveyard plot beside grandma and grandad.
So, in my grief, I went into her room to look for something of hers to bury beside them.
Like I said, Liz didn’t have many things. Her room was pretty spartan, and her wardrobe was mostly sensible farm stuff. There was one exception: she, like me, did like to read, and she had a pretty good collection of well-thumbed books. I think it’s the escapism – even the most mediocre girl can lose herself in the plot of some trashy romance novel, imagine there’s still hope of being swept off her feet by that handsome stableboy, his inexplicable yearning for chubby plain girls.
So I set myself the task of going through the books, to find the right one to bury in the graveyard plot.
Most of them were exactly what you’d expect, but some of them were racier than I was used to. I felt various parts of my body flushing and tingling, as I read breathless prose about calloused hands touching the softest flesh of the protagonist. Okay, if I’m honest with myself, I might have got a little *too* invested in my project at that point. But that was also why I persisted going through her entire collection, until I found the ragged paperback from 1970, entitled Tawny Sands. And inside that trashy cardboard romance cover, I discovered not the tale of Tawny Sands, but some carefully hand-cut, stitched-in pages. A handwritten story in my Aunt’s rounded penmanship: Memoirs of a Long Pig.
I read her story twice in a row, utterly gripped.
Aunt Liz was no Stephen King – heck, she wasn’t even the Goosebumps guy – but her story was gripping and compelling, and I couldn’t put it down. Even if I hadn’t known her, I think that would have been true.
The gist of it was that Liz, when she was sixteen, had discovered that our family had a very long history of eating what she described as ‘Long Pork’. It’s an antipodean term, anglicised from the Pacific Islands: human meat.
Like me, young Liz still had some hopes and dreams. In one of her many failed attempts to find a special talent, she’d taken up cooking as a hobby. Naturally, with our family’s overabundance of meat, she’d scoured the freezers in the shed for ingredients: the racks of ribs and stacks of pork chops, butcher-paper wrappings all neatly labelled with the first letter of the name of the animal they came from.
She found familiar meat from Rodney, one of the pigs that had been recently slaughtered, emblazoned with an ‘R’ in her father’s strong, blocky lettering. There were cutlets labelled ‘M’ for Mary, from one of the lambs she’d hand-reared, and ‘F’ for Ferdinand, the steer they’d killed the month before. But she couldn’t explain the many, many curious parcels of meat on one side of the huge freezer, all labelled ‘J’ – at least, not until she took it all out and assembled it as well as she could on the scoured concrete floor of the killing shed. A big, frozen jigsaw puzzle without the box, her best attempt to discover what kind of beast the pieces had come from.
The animal, she quickly realised, was a Long Pig. Her own Aunt Jenny, who had died the month before – just after her fortieth birthday.
Fortunately, or perhaps not, for Liz, her father entered the shed right at that moment and realised his daughter had discovered the family secret. He sat down calmly on the lid of the freezer, and explained to her that this was a long-running family tradition, dating back to at least before his grandfather had been born.
“There are always people in life, Liz,” he’d said, “who won’t really amount to much. They want to be useful, want to be more. They strive and they strive, trying job after job, hobby after hobby, trying to hit on something they’re really good at. Something that makes them special. Those people can waste their whole lives, chasing dreams that never come true. Eventually they die unfulfilled, knowing that all their time has been wasted. That what they leave behind will fade quickly.”
His voice was oddly gentle as he leaned down and patted one of the neatly wrapped cuts of Aunt Jenny, still sitting frozen on the shed floor.
“Your Aunt Jenny was one of those people. So was my Aunt Irene.” He paused to gaze at his daughter, his next words peppered with emphasis. “But you see, my sweet Liz, they did find a purpose in life. They did find a way to be special, and they left this world utterly certain of their gift.” He stood up, stretched his back. “Let me show you.”
Liz waited while my grandad meticulously stacked the meat back into the freezer, all but one J-marked parcel that looked for all the world like a thick venison steak. He took her back to the farmhouse, and reverently unwrapped the deep red, heavily marbled meat to let it thaw. Then he laid it in the family’s ancient, cast-iron pan, basting it with butter and rosemary until a heavenly scent filled the kitchen, and Aunt Liz couldn’t stop her mouth from watering.
“Just try it. Let her show you. You’ll see exactly what I’m talking about.”
Even though she knew it was her aunt, Liz couldn’t stop herself from taking that first bite. There was something transcendent about the smell, overriding her natural revulsion that this was human meat, not one of their farm animals. For the first time, she truly realised it: we’re just another kind of animal. And weren’t her memories of Mary the lamb almost as fond as her memories of Aunt Jenny?
Liz explained then, in her curly handwriting, the explosion of taste that had assaulted her when she tried the steak. It was tender, it was succulent, it was rich beyond imagining. The fats melted on her tongue, lingering somewhere between pork and beef, but oddly neither. The flavour of the meat defied identification; something familiar, yet not.
But one thing she couldn’t deny; it was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten. Tears dripped onto her plate, mingled with the juice, the grease — not grief, but a pure, real, giddy delight.
“You’re tasting your aunt’s love for this family,” my grandad explained. “Her entire life was carefully curated, to eventually make unforgettable moments for us, just like this. This was her way of being special. This was the greatest gift she could possibly bring to our world – and because she realised that, she died with not a single regret. She knew her life had purpose. She was perfectly, completely fulfilled.”
I felt those words. I felt them lodge in my own belly, settling uncomfortably deep. I knew Aunt Liz, probably better than anyone else in the family. I’d seen how fucking happy she’d been on her fortieth, how goddamn fulfilled she was, despite apparently being a *nobody* and achieving *nothing*. Somehow, in the space of a single day, she had gone from being a forgettable background character to becoming the *main character*, immortalising herself in our family’s history with her sacrifice. Quite literally becoming part of all of us, forever.
I went to the killing shed after I finished with the book. I looked inside the freezers.
But there were no vacuum-sealed packages labelled ‘L’, no matter how deep I dug into the frozen stacks of plastic-wrapped flesh. Panicked now, not sure if I wanted to connect all the dots or unconnect them, I tried to think back over the last few months, recall any meals that had been unusually good. A few Sundays ago, we’d had a stew that really hit the spot and left me craving more. And I realised that the family had a really good night that night; my brothers behaved themselves, my parents didn’t fight, and grandma and grandad had been there. Hadn’t they looked far more… expectant than they should have?
I strained my brain, trying to recall if I’d seen the homekill bag on the kitchen bench – if I’d registered what letter it was. I knew it wasn’t an L. I would have remembered if it was an L.
And then it hit me, the memory, the connection, sizzling as if branded with a hot iron.
It had been an ‘E’.
E for Elizabeth. Not for Edward the pig.
I snorted at my own stupidity – of *course* Liz was short for Elizabeth – and as I comprehended my lack of smarts, I felt something give inside me.
I wasn’t clever, and nothing, nothing would ever make me smart. I had no big talents. I wasn’t beautiful, or even cute – and even if I had a million plastic surgeries, it still wouldn’t fulfill me. It wouldn’t be real.
I was a Liz.
I was a Jenny.
I was whoever the first aunt had been, the aunt who had dedicated her life to making her flesh as delicious as possible, who had worked every damn minute to be the best Long Pig she could ever be.
I wondered how many magical family evenings had been spent eating Aunt Jenny. How many glorious, satisfying, memorable dishes had been made out of her.
And… I wanted that. I wanted to finally know I had a *purpose* in life. One so simple, and so easy to achieve.
I wanted what Aunt Liz had.
***
It's my fortieth birthday today and I’m so fucking excited. For the last twenty-four years, I’ve dedicated myself to this moment; I’ve eaten exactly what I needed to, I’ve exercised just enough, but not too much, to maintain that perfect balance of marbling vs tenderness. I’ve relaxed and meditated to keep all those amazing flavours inside of me. I’ve researched all the greatest meats in the world, from prime Angus beef to A5 Wagyu. I really think I may have outdone myself.
I’m having my hair and makeup done at the local salon this afternoon, and I’m going to look so pretty; all prize piggy on show at the fair. I’m even going to have a big red ribbon in my hair, in memory of Aunt Liz.
Maybe there’ll be a cute boy I can snog in the wool shed, maybe there won’t – I don’t really care; because the most important, most certain thing is that I’m going to be the most delicious Long Pig in the history of our entire family.
I’m going to make everyone so damn happy, and I’m just so glad I can share my story with you all, instead of hiding it in a grubby book like poor Aunt Liz.
My only real disappointment? That you won’t get to taste me.
Reader, I have loved, loved my life. My Long Pork will be out of this world: once tasted, never, ever forgotten.
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If we hadn’t lived in a rural area, albeit semi-urbanised, I guess it would have been pretty weird. But the mostly farming-stock locals only found his extra enthusiasm a little bit odd.
When he wasn’t being a bit embarrassing talking about it, I never really paid much heed to his hobby. I had a child’s vaguely grateful awareness that though our family went through some lean financial times, our stomachs never suffered like some of the families around us. All the beef, pork, ham and bacon in those big old chest freezers passed down from his dad really could have fed us for years.
I should preface all this by saying that I wasn’t a particularly bright kid, though neither was I dumb. I didn’t fail badly at anything in school, I just never achieved beyond a pass. I didn’t know it yet back then, still quietly dreaming about being a ballet star or a dressage champion, but mediocrity was my destiny. And I think that’s why I got on so well with my Aunt Liz.
Liz was my dad’s live-in youngest sister. She was one of those women who get described as ‘bubbly’ — not really pretty, not really smart, not a lot going on besides just being… well, all Liz. But she was salt of the earth; kind, caring, and great with kids. She was the only person who would willingly mind my two older brothers, who fought like hellcats and caused more trouble than the whole last generation of my family combined. People would privately lament to my parents that it was a shame Liz didn’t have kids of her own, but dad would just shake his head and say Liz liked it that way – that all the fun of looking after kids is being able to give them back to their parents.
I guess she was like me; nice, but mediocre. Lovely, but somehow forgettable when she wasn’t doing something for you.
But when Liz left us, I couldn’t forget her.
In hindsight, it was pretty weird timing that we had a big fortieth birthday party for Liz right before she disappeared. She was radiant that night; she’d hired a local girl to do her hair and makeup, and it was honestly the first time I’d ever seen her look pretty. She’d even worn a push-up bra under a tight red dress, which flattered her very plump curves well enough that the neighbour’s farmhand was spotted disappearing into the woolshed with her for a snog. In my dawning awareness, that gave a plain girl hope: if Aunty Liz could get a guy at forty, maybe things would turn out okay for me.
Anyway, I couldn’t forget how her pink cheeks, her eyes, her whole self, glowed that night before Liz went to bed. She said it was the best birthday ever, and that she was very much looking forward to the next stage of her life.
Would I have done anything different, if I had known? If I had realised what, exactly, that next stage was?
The week after the party, Aunt Liz said she was going on a little holiday up north, to visit some old school friends. She packed her things – she didn’t honestly have that many – and drove her little orange mini out onto the main road. And with a wave of one fleshy hand, she was gone. Nobody really thought much of it when she didn’t call, because nobody rural had cellphones back then. And Liz was, as I said, somehow kinda forgettable when she wasn’t right in front of you.
When we hadn’t had contact for six weeks, Dad tracked down the land line numbers for their old school buddies. They were surprised to hear from him — Liz had never arrived, so they had just assumed she’d cancelled her visit. No-one had thought to check. I eavesdropped on the conversation, and it sounded for all the world like *they* had forgotten about Aunt Liz, too.
From there it became a missing person case. The local cops came and talked to all of us; the farmhand who’d been seen snogging her was briefly detained, then let go, dad got grilled at length, even my hellion brothers were questioned thoroughly to see if this was one of their wild and dangerous pranks gone wrong.
But everything was a dead end. Nobody knew where Liz was, or what had happened to her.
The remains of her old mini were found halfway across the country, burned out on a beach, on a derelict stretch of ragged, rocky coastline. The police assumed murder and combed the area for remains. But even the most expert divers couldn’t conquer the incredible undertow and fast-shifting seabed of that coastline to look for evidence, so none was forthcoming.
Eventually the cops collectively shrugged and said that there was really nothing more they could do unless more information suddenly came to light. The locals knew nothing, no witnesses had come forward, and the trail was cold. As far as anyone knew, poor aunt Liz had been murdered on some desolate beach, far away from her home.
It didn’t feel fair to me. She’d once mentioned wanting her remains buried on our farm, in the graveyard plot beside grandma and grandad.
So, in my grief, I went into her room to look for something of hers to bury beside them.
Like I said, Liz didn’t have many things. Her room was pretty spartan, and her wardrobe was mostly sensible farm stuff. There was one exception: she, like me, did like to read, and she had a pretty good collection of well-thumbed books. I think it’s the escapism – even the most mediocre girl can lose herself in the plot of some trashy romance novel, imagine there’s still hope of being swept off her feet by that handsome stableboy, his inexplicable yearning for chubby plain girls.
So I set myself the task of going through the books, to find the right one to bury in the graveyard plot.
Most of them were exactly what you’d expect, but some of them were racier than I was used to. I felt various parts of my body flushing and tingling, as I read breathless prose about calloused hands touching the softest flesh of the protagonist. Okay, if I’m honest with myself, I might have got a little *too* invested in my project at that point. But that was also why I persisted going through her entire collection, until I found the ragged paperback from 1970, entitled Tawny Sands. And inside that trashy cardboard romance cover, I discovered not the tale of Tawny Sands, but some carefully hand-cut, stitched-in pages. A handwritten story in my Aunt’s rounded penmanship: Memoirs of a Long Pig.
I read her story twice in a row, utterly gripped.
Aunt Liz was no Stephen King – heck, she wasn’t even the Goosebumps guy – but her story was gripping and compelling, and I couldn’t put it down. Even if I hadn’t known her, I think that would have been true.
The gist of it was that Liz, when she was sixteen, had discovered that our family had a very long history of eating what she described as ‘Long Pork’. It’s an antipodean term, anglicised from the Pacific Islands: human meat.
Like me, young Liz still had some hopes and dreams. In one of her many failed attempts to find a special talent, she’d taken up cooking as a hobby. Naturally, with our family’s overabundance of meat, she’d scoured the freezers in the shed for ingredients: the racks of ribs and stacks of pork chops, butcher-paper wrappings all neatly labelled with the first letter of the name of the animal they came from.
She found familiar meat from Rodney, one of the pigs that had been recently slaughtered, emblazoned with an ‘R’ in her father’s strong, blocky lettering. There were cutlets labelled ‘M’ for Mary, from one of the lambs she’d hand-reared, and ‘F’ for Ferdinand, the steer they’d killed the month before. But she couldn’t explain the many, many curious parcels of meat on one side of the huge freezer, all labelled ‘J’ – at least, not until she took it all out and assembled it as well as she could on the scoured concrete floor of the killing shed. A big, frozen jigsaw puzzle without the box, her best attempt to discover what kind of beast the pieces had come from.
The animal, she quickly realised, was a Long Pig. Her own Aunt Jenny, who had died the month before – just after her fortieth birthday.
Fortunately, or perhaps not, for Liz, her father entered the shed right at that moment and realised his daughter had discovered the family secret. He sat down calmly on the lid of the freezer, and explained to her that this was a long-running family tradition, dating back to at least before his grandfather had been born.
“There are always people in life, Liz,” he’d said, “who won’t really amount to much. They want to be useful, want to be more. They strive and they strive, trying job after job, hobby after hobby, trying to hit on something they’re really good at. Something that makes them special. Those people can waste their whole lives, chasing dreams that never come true. Eventually they die unfulfilled, knowing that all their time has been wasted. That what they leave behind will fade quickly.”
His voice was oddly gentle as he leaned down and patted one of the neatly wrapped cuts of Aunt Jenny, still sitting frozen on the shed floor.
“Your Aunt Jenny was one of those people. So was my Aunt Irene.” He paused to gaze at his daughter, his next words peppered with emphasis. “But you see, my sweet Liz, they did find a purpose in life. They did find a way to be special, and they left this world utterly certain of their gift.” He stood up, stretched his back. “Let me show you.”
Liz waited while my grandad meticulously stacked the meat back into the freezer, all but one J-marked parcel that looked for all the world like a thick venison steak. He took her back to the farmhouse, and reverently unwrapped the deep red, heavily marbled meat to let it thaw. Then he laid it in the family’s ancient, cast-iron pan, basting it with butter and rosemary until a heavenly scent filled the kitchen, and Aunt Liz couldn’t stop her mouth from watering.
“Just try it. Let her show you. You’ll see exactly what I’m talking about.”
Even though she knew it was her aunt, Liz couldn’t stop herself from taking that first bite. There was something transcendent about the smell, overriding her natural revulsion that this was human meat, not one of their farm animals. For the first time, she truly realised it: we’re just another kind of animal. And weren’t her memories of Mary the lamb almost as fond as her memories of Aunt Jenny?
Liz explained then, in her curly handwriting, the explosion of taste that had assaulted her when she tried the steak. It was tender, it was succulent, it was rich beyond imagining. The fats melted on her tongue, lingering somewhere between pork and beef, but oddly neither. The flavour of the meat defied identification; something familiar, yet not.
But one thing she couldn’t deny; it was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten. Tears dripped onto her plate, mingled with the juice, the grease — not grief, but a pure, real, giddy delight.
“You’re tasting your aunt’s love for this family,” my grandad explained. “Her entire life was carefully curated, to eventually make unforgettable moments for us, just like this. This was her way of being special. This was the greatest gift she could possibly bring to our world – and because she realised that, she died with not a single regret. She knew her life had purpose. She was perfectly, completely fulfilled.”
I felt those words. I felt them lodge in my own belly, settling uncomfortably deep. I knew Aunt Liz, probably better than anyone else in the family. I’d seen how fucking happy she’d been on her fortieth, how goddamn fulfilled she was, despite apparently being a *nobody* and achieving *nothing*. Somehow, in the space of a single day, she had gone from being a forgettable background character to becoming the *main character*, immortalising herself in our family’s history with her sacrifice. Quite literally becoming part of all of us, forever.
I went to the killing shed after I finished with the book. I looked inside the freezers.
But there were no vacuum-sealed packages labelled ‘L’, no matter how deep I dug into the frozen stacks of plastic-wrapped flesh. Panicked now, not sure if I wanted to connect all the dots or unconnect them, I tried to think back over the last few months, recall any meals that had been unusually good. A few Sundays ago, we’d had a stew that really hit the spot and left me craving more. And I realised that the family had a really good night that night; my brothers behaved themselves, my parents didn’t fight, and grandma and grandad had been there. Hadn’t they looked far more… expectant than they should have?
I strained my brain, trying to recall if I’d seen the homekill bag on the kitchen bench – if I’d registered what letter it was. I knew it wasn’t an L. I would have remembered if it was an L.
And then it hit me, the memory, the connection, sizzling as if branded with a hot iron.
It had been an ‘E’.
E for Elizabeth. Not for Edward the pig.
I snorted at my own stupidity – of *course* Liz was short for Elizabeth – and as I comprehended my lack of smarts, I felt something give inside me.
I wasn’t clever, and nothing, nothing would ever make me smart. I had no big talents. I wasn’t beautiful, or even cute – and even if I had a million plastic surgeries, it still wouldn’t fulfill me. It wouldn’t be real.
I was a Liz.
I was a Jenny.
I was whoever the first aunt had been, the aunt who had dedicated her life to making her flesh as delicious as possible, who had worked every damn minute to be the best Long Pig she could ever be.
I wondered how many magical family evenings had been spent eating Aunt Jenny. How many glorious, satisfying, memorable dishes had been made out of her.
And… I wanted that. I wanted to finally know I had a *purpose* in life. One so simple, and so easy to achieve.
I wanted what Aunt Liz had.
***
It's my fortieth birthday today and I’m so fucking excited. For the last twenty-four years, I’ve dedicated myself to this moment; I’ve eaten exactly what I needed to, I’ve exercised just enough, but not too much, to maintain that perfect balance of marbling vs tenderness. I’ve relaxed and meditated to keep all those amazing flavours inside of me. I’ve researched all the greatest meats in the world, from prime Angus beef to A5 Wagyu. I really think I may have outdone myself.
I’m having my hair and makeup done at the local salon this afternoon, and I’m going to look so pretty; all prize piggy on show at the fair. I’m even going to have a big red ribbon in my hair, in memory of Aunt Liz.
Maybe there’ll be a cute boy I can snog in the wool shed, maybe there won’t – I don’t really care; because the most important, most certain thing is that I’m going to be the most delicious Long Pig in the history of our entire family.
I’m going to make everyone so damn happy, and I’m just so glad I can share my story with you all, instead of hiding it in a grubby book like poor Aunt Liz.
My only real disappointment? That you won’t get to taste me.
Reader, I have loved, loved my life. My Long Pork will be out of this world: once tasted, never, ever forgotten.
2024.05.21 11:09 socialresearchonly For healthy discussion only: Impact of (parent’s) plastic surgery on his/her kid
Okay, first things first. I know that it’s their body and money, so it’s their rules. I’m not here to judge nor condemn plastic surgery or people who undergo the procedure. And of course, I know na hindi naman lahat ng nag-uundergo ng surgery ay may balak magkaanak o may anak.
But I just couldn’t help but wonder kung anong magiging impact nito sa anak nila kung meron man. Supposing namana nung anak yung features na “pinaayos” nung parent. I’m talking about drastic change ha, hindi yung “enhancement” lang.
I know it would all boil down to parenting. Pero parang imposibleng walang maging negative effect sa bata kung makita niyang iba yung itsura niya sa magulang niya. Nakakalungkot lang din isipin how this influencer culture has placed so much importance on physical appearance. It’s a culture that promotes body positivity, self-acceptance, and self-love, yet it’s also the same culture that promotes cosmetic enhancements and surgeries for empowerment. Where do you even draw the line na ba?
Ayun, wala lang, random thought lang lately, since dumarami na yung nagiging vocal about undergoing plastic surgery.
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But I just couldn’t help but wonder kung anong magiging impact nito sa anak nila kung meron man. Supposing namana nung anak yung features na “pinaayos” nung parent. I’m talking about drastic change ha, hindi yung “enhancement” lang.
I know it would all boil down to parenting. Pero parang imposibleng walang maging negative effect sa bata kung makita niyang iba yung itsura niya sa magulang niya. Nakakalungkot lang din isipin how this influencer culture has placed so much importance on physical appearance. It’s a culture that promotes body positivity, self-acceptance, and self-love, yet it’s also the same culture that promotes cosmetic enhancements and surgeries for empowerment. Where do you even draw the line na ba?
Ayun, wala lang, random thought lang lately, since dumarami na yung nagiging vocal about undergoing plastic surgery.