Blove Shared: Interesting Thoughts on Appearance and Cosmetic Surgeries
While enjoying a meal at Red Robin, our conversation unexpectedly took a strange little turn — from burgers and fries to beauty standards and cosmetic surgery. It all started when I looked at Darius’s hands and had the oddest thought.
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“You know what? You could be a hand model,” I told Darius, catching him off guard. It reminded me of a movie I once watched, where a woman worked as a professional hand model and was extremely protective of her hands. “She kept saying, ‘I can’t get a single scratch! I’m a hand model!’ Then this guy slammed her hand in a door — I laughed so hard I cried!”
Looking closely at Darius’s hands, I had to admit — they really were model-worthy. No scars, not chubby, and the veins weren’t popping out like crazy. “Seriously, you could do it,” I said again. Meanwhile, my own hands? Not a chance — full of scars and chubbiness.
Then the conversation took an even wilder turn — leg-lengthening surgery.
“I’ve actually thought about getting that done,” I told him, half-joking, half-curious.
“For real?” Darius raised his eyebrow in disbelief.
“Nah, not really. But people do get it done. It’s actually a trend.” I explained the whole complex process — the tens of thousands of dollars it costs, having to relearn how to walk, going to rehab, and not fully recovering for at least a year.
“But why would you want that?” Darius asked. “Do you really care about your height?”
“Honestly? No,” I admitted. “That’s why I haven’t done it. I’m just fascinated by the process.”
Then we started comparing it to other surgeries, like the famous BBL — Brazilian Butt Lift.
“A BBL in Florida runs around $8,000,” I said, based on random info I picked up. “People go there ‘cause they do a lot of them. Even though the doctors don’t always have official licenses.”
Darius turned to me with a smirk, “If someone did leg surgery on me, wouldn’t you want them to have actual certifications?”
“Absolutely!” I laughed. “USDA, FDA, FTC, FBI — all of them!” I was joking of course, but then added, “For real though, they’d need full medical credentials. That’s your legs we’re talking about. That’s no joke.”
This whole conversation made me reflect on how much people care about appearances these days. Maybe in today’s society, the pressure to look a certain way is heavier than ever. Folks are willing to spend tens of thousands of dollars, endure p*ain, and take huge risks just to change how they look.
“But really, I don’t care about my height,” I concluded. “I’m just curious about the whole thing. And at 5'3", almost everyone’s taller than me anyway — so there’s really nothing to complain about.”
Sometimes, random conversations like this one end up opening a window into deeper thoughts about the world we live in — and how we see ourselves. One thing I truly believe though: confidence and happiness don’t come from changing how you look. They come from loving and accepting who you are — just as you are.
