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After having plastic surgery there are changes to your body that you wanted and wished for but sometimes forget took place. I have enjoyed the changes in my body to the fullest extent, but the other night I had a small reminder that I must not forget that my clothes and my actions have to match my new curves. I was in a hurry the other night and decided to take advantage of not having to wear a bra every waking moment of my life and decided to just put a top on with some jeans and head out the door. I did so with the best intentions but the night had other plans, wait.. my new flesh pillows had other plans. I drove to Walmart and was shopping, strolling along and grabbing a few groceries when I came to the register and decided I wanted some gum, I reached and OPPSIES, my left breast decided to get some air. Out it came, now I noticed so I am almost positive the rest of Walmart, including the cashier, those in line and the HUGE security camera noticed my little wardrobe malfunction. For a good 5 seconds I had my options literally flash in front of my eyes as my chest was flashing others… do I laugh, cry, run out of the store? No Corey did what any eccentric person would do. I smiled at those around me, waved at the camera, shrugged at the cashier and said, “it’s only a ta-ta, we should be saving them anyways.” So short perky story later, I may have now really ruined my political career.

When you have surgery you have to remember that your body changes, your clothes will fit differently and most of all not everything will be as snug, comfortable as before. It took my a good 4 months before I really felt I didn’t need to wear a bra and undergarment, all those years of conditioning my breasts to be suppressed, pushed up and forced into alluring positions was a hard habit to break. Now over 8 months later and I am happy to free-top it if need be. I have found that most of my clothes do fit but in better ways, I luckily was able to keep the same size that I had previously so no need for a totally new wardrobe. Just be aware of your body and the first year has proved exciting thus far and I am sure this will not be the last time that someone gets more than an eyeful of the newer version of me.

Summertime, where the living is free... someone is on the microphone and you are ready to WOW people with your new, hopefully a plastic surgery in scottsdale enhanced body, especially in the swimsuit area. We, as women are very obsessed about how we look in bathing suits, not just how we look but how our friends look, how strangers look and even how our enemies look. I have always pondered about why as women we can be the givers of life and so nurturing yet given the chance or should I say opportunity, we transform into ninja-like verbal assassin spewing words that will deflate any ego, “You look fat in that.” The F word, yes folks that word is much more damaging than even the real F word.    Look at the children now-days with their obsessions with weight that start before they are even off sippy cups. This somewhat transitions into my topic for this week's blog, bikini shopping. I took my best friend to the mall; our mission was to find some type of cute swimsuit that would hide at least 40% of my flaws. We tried on different suits of different sizes and each fit a little bit differently. After about two hours, which is the longest amount of time that I can stand shopping, (apparently that gene just skipped ship before my genetic make-up was done cooking) we found something.     

In the glow of the SALE sign I saw the most wonderful bathing suit, it was black and had the most adorable side cut, a cute little shredded are with the letter V embellished there. The letter V was standing for Volcom but I already had quirky ideas for what I would tell while flaunting my new goodies that the V would stand for. Vivacious, Vixen, Vendetta, well that was soon dashed after I shimmied into the bathing suit only to realize TA DA, that my new very nice looking ta-ta's were too big for that bathing suit, so I tried a larger size and again TA DA, now I had a saggy pouch in some unflattering areas, my boobs look fanfrickingtastic but I couldn’t bargain with the sag party.    We left the mall and I felt I would venture out again and find a more material type bathing suit in the buxom area. Well weeks went by and I was shopping online, my new hobby, and found the most adorable bathing suit, picture this, I find the suit and have the same AWE look and gasp for air that my missed Volcom bathing suit had. I had to have it, as girly as it sounded out loud I said it. So I check the sizes and I am riding the line on two sizes and thought ... do it Corey so I got the smaller of the sizes. The deal was amazing, a little pink bathing suit with white dots and lil white bows at the close of the chest and the left side of the bottom, mind you it was a bikini but after Dr. Guerra, a Scottsdale Plastic Surgeon, flattened my tummy and shaped it, I figured I could pull off that and worse comes to worse, I throw on jeans.   
 

DONE... now I waited the long painstaking 10 days shipping time, the box came and I was ecstatic. I jumped into the bathroom and put on my new piece and was flaunting it for the mirror when my best friend called my name, I sashayed into my room and said, “cutest suit ever, right?!” to the biggest laughs I have ever heard, she was holding her side it was so funny. Needless to say after she caught her breath, I asked why the laughter. She simply said, “your left nipple is hanging out”, oh my goodness, she was right. Sadly the bathing suit did not give enough material to cover that lone nipple, so it sits in my dresser drawers taunting me, one day I will donate the suit to a much less fortunate girl who might have her left breast a bit smaller than the right.

 Cupcakes, almond M&M's, Boston terriers, clean sheets, and good seats to any sports game are among my favorite things but really another addition would be high and tight tushes. A huge asset to a body on either gender and a fun thing to oogle when bored. I watched an interesting video on a very interesting body part, the BUTT. Recently a rise in the amount of certain plastic surgeries was focused on in a recent little video that I was able to preview. The video came thanks to http://www.scottsdaleplasticsurgeon.org/2010/03/10/2300/ the video showed the increase in a somewhat slumping market, plastic surgery is butt implants and butt lifts. The surgery itself was somewhat of an oddity to me until I started searching before and after pics, which were very entertaining. I started to consider the ups and downs to this type of surgery and the valid points the story made. The surgery has minimal down time which translates to less time off work, work which you will be doing to pay it off, but less than other surgies. The surgery is on the lower end of costs and with the new fancy financing option, the dream booty is closer and more acceptable with small payments each month. Especially with the new shine of interest free options. The idea of reshaping what the good Lord gave us has massive amounts of appeal, with the huge amounts of fake booties splattered across the TV screen, no wonder the appeal of a new firmer, higher, smoother behind has taken top spot on some people's priority lists. There is nothing wrong with craving a Kardashian body part or even bank account, just stop when you crave their bad choices or dating techniques. There is an increase in those people that are loosing pounds and inches and have a real need to have their lower half reshaped. Enhancements and lifts can do wonders for the self esteem portion of your life, just be safe and remember no one will love your butt more than you do.

 

I took off for my second appointment, amazed that the red markings were so difficult to remove and smelling of alcohol pads. I still had fragmented lines all over my body, I mirrored a treasure map to some unforeseen prize, I was only missing the coveted big black X that marks the spot. This doctor was not as flashy and seemed to have a more obsessive compulsive feel to his office. The couches were leather, not the kind that invite you over but more like a boarded up frat house, and my without my invitation. The receptionist was nice, she smiled and took my information and lead me back to the examination office. I sat patiently until he entered the office. His gaze was that of a future mother-in-law, examining my facial lines and just waiting for the wrong move to erupt. Funny as the situation is looking back, I immediately corrected my posture and hoped he wouldn’t notice my over active; nervousness induced sweat glands hard at work to embarrass me within the first 10 minutes of meeting Dr. Perfect. He asked the same questions the previous doctor had and my answers remained the same. After the consultation had concluded I felt more drained than the last time I attempted to really see the entire Mall of America. I needed a breather; I called my mom, my confidant, for some much needed moral support. She agreed to go to the next appointment with me and so with my new backup and a refueled tank I took off on the 101 freeway to the last appointment.

I went to the first doctor on my list, let's refer to him as “he who must not be named”. Well Dr. No Name was very flashy, his office made me feel like I had been dipped in MTV-land and shaken off to dry without a towel. I felt overwhelmed at the awards and flashy plasma TV screens that adorned everywhere except the restroom. The only reading material were articles about him and his office staff were more in tuned with their cell phone text wars than anyone in the waiting room, including me. Well strike two occurred when a nurse came out of the back and asked if she could speak with me. Needless to say she offered free permanant makeup to my eyebrows and lip line because she was in a pinch for a show later that night. Confusion erupted and I was unable to say anything but, “are you kidding me?” and slowly walk away from this woman with a tattoo gun and hunger in her eyes. I went back to the waiting room and was then called in. At first I was excited because Dr. No Name had many pictures to look through of past patients. I was concerned though when he began to mark me up like a sales tag on a Macy's return. I had red lines on more parts of my body than imaginable, in some areas I didn’t even know I needed that much work on. I listened intently already knowing he was off my list and left his office. I sat in my car thinking over what had just occurred wondering if I had enough gusto to venture to the next appointment, I gulped and started my car. The next appointment could not be another flashback scene from a NIP/TUCK episode... or could it...

Plastic surgery seems scary for some, exciting for others and everyday fare for almost all reality TV stars. I admit I indulge in the sometimes insane yet highly entertaining realm of reality TV. I saw the bodies of women that said they were like me and craved to have a piece of that glorious photo-shopped, made-for-TV body. But when I went to visit my plastic surgeon he was as honest as Andy Griffith. He said he would be able to do amazing things, but he must work with what he has, and perfection as much as I may have wanted it was not realistic. I completely understood and was excited albeit a tad saddened, half of me wanted the dream of a perfect tomorrow but the over 25 years-old demographic real me knew the truth, as many pounds as it was. I found that deciding to have plastic surgery for any reason had to be my own. Whether I could chalk my reasons up to securing myself some illustrious mystery man or for finding my dream career or for simply filling that gaping hole in my self-esteem, the reason had to be mine. I was cautious because of the mass amounts of Discovery Health Channel that had filled my free time before showing horror stories of plastic surgery gone awry, so I set my adventure in more immediate arenas, the internet and women at my workplace. One friend who had recently had breast augmentation was informative and told me about a surgeon located in Scottsdale, Arizona, named Dr. Guerra. I took his information down and started a hunt on the internet to find out as much about his practice, his competition, his prices and him. Most were easily found; he had a very nice practice and matching office, a lot of competition, but a user friendly website. I decided the best bet was to find the top three surgeons and make consultations, an all day affair, I soon learned.

Thank you,