$10,000 for a mommy makeover? Who for?

By Bob G Kisiki

My journey began long before I took the flight to India,” a woman who went for cosmetic surgery in India for a ‘mommy makeover’(Jesus!) is quoted to have said.

“It began in my bedroom to be precise.” See that seemingly simple statement? It’s a whole granary of issues; a whole inventory of implications. Besides taking us back to the issue of what some women have always denied — that they really aren’t unhappy with the way they are; and that they would like to appear better, it also presents a peek into what goes on between guys and their wives when the sun goes down and, with it, certain people’s self-worth.

Yeah, we’re all free to do what we want with our bodies, and to seek to look better. True, one should pay whatever price (even if it is $10,000) to look the way they want to look.

But to spend a precious $10,000 so your friends may stop wagging their untamed, loose tongues? That, to me, is where my sympathy remains un-deployed.

That is where I would throw caution to the winds and laugh out loud, ending the laughter with a heartfelt tut-tut-tut, to say ‘how deplorable!’ Okay, listen women; I am sure your men would love to see you looking in form.

The typical guy lives for the great look in his woman, if for no other reason, at least so that his buddies and other men might say, you see that goddess passing by? That is Idhagwe’s wife. And they whistle, and make all the comments guys make on cute,great-bodied women, and the husband feels great.

That is okay. But since the guy hasseen you get transformed from the trim, portable girl you were, into this heavy-weight you’ve become; and he might indeed be partly to blame for that result, must you fork out that much to sneak into Delhi to have a mommy makeover?

The other thing that is lingering on my sympathy conscience: So you have a trimmer tummy and smaller boobs. Are you going to say that is you? Are you going topresent yourself — silicon and all – and say ‘hey hun, here’s your little gal; reloaded’? Will you be okay with the resultant gossip from your friends who sent you to India with your $10,000 in the first place, when they start concocting tales about the possible pressure your ‘bedroom’ put on you, for you to dash for a facelift?

That is why you should be content with what your maturation, motherhood and other forces have made of you. That is the value of having a supportive husband, who’s going to tell you hey Gal, I want to see more of you (weight and all); so relax, let’s use the $10,000 to develop our other non-bodily enterprises.

That is if he knew exactly what you were up to. If he did not, that’s another giant can teeming with worms, whose implications we can’t even start to unravel here.

Truth is, girls, just learn to live with yourselves. You can do the detachable washable adornments, but this appendage stuff of artificial butts; busts; tummies and I-can’ttell-what-else you have bought off stalls… it does very little to lift the inner you; at least in our eyes.

And don’t even start your crippled denial that no, we do it for ourselves;our primary audience is not the men. Unless, of course, you want to confess that after the tummy tuck-in op, you go stand before your mirror and start ogling yourself. If you do that, go see a shrink, you need urgent help.

Likewise, if the person whose journey started in the bedroom had herself in mind as the one to appease or please… God forgive me for the thoughts that makes me develop in my inquisitive mind.