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I’m A Size Zero And I Had Liposuction And Everyone Came Calling…

I’m A Size Zero And I Had Liposuction And Everyone Came Calling…

Meg here, so I wrote a story about my liposuction and everyone came calling! My phone is going crazy but here is a version of the piece I did for Harpers Bazaar.  If anything bothers you, fix it. I hope you enjoy my journey and the silly movie to poke fun at myself!

faceI’m a Size Zero and Still Had Liposuction:  Confessions of a Fat Skinny Person.

Reading the title of this makes me instantly dislike the author. Me. I sound self-obsessed, superficial and vapid. I know I’m none of those things, and this is why I’m sharing my story. As ironic as it sounds, I am actually comfortable in my own skin.

Plastic surgery isn’t for everyone.  But say a genie showed up at your door saying “I will change anything physical about you, I’ll fix you the way that you want to be. I’ll make you smile when you look at yourself in the mirror.” Would you do it? No? Really? Well, Pinocchio, your nose just grew (not that you would consider rhinoplasty).

I started one of the first beauty blogs in the world. Megsmakeup.com spawned an industry. The reason I’m writing this and not flying to my private island on my Gulfstream is because I thought YouTube was a fad. Those Vloggers make fortunes and I could have been the first!

My job was to test potions and powders. I flew around the country and filmed national TV shows talking about serums and creams. I was always honest. When anyone asked what the best way to get rid of lines were, I would tell them the truth: Botox.

I’ve never been against surgical enhancements.  Growing up I weighed 90 pounds soaking wet. The boobs never came so I bought some.  I have terrible hair, so my luscious mane is all extensions. My top lip is skinny, so I have it injected to appear fuller. I also rescue dogs, give money to the poor and hand out sandwiches to the homeless. (See what society just did there? I was feeling judged).

And the fear of being judged is why every celebrity in this town denies having had work done. It’s just their “lucky genes” and “eating clean” that has kept them perpetually young and thin. I live here. I know that is complete B.S.

Everybody has their “body type” When I was confronted as to what mine was – apple or pear? – my answer was ‘spider’.  I have spindly, long chicken legs and arms. I have small bones. I buy my clothes in a size zero.

But I have a really round stomach so that I can’t wear anything tight around the middle. 

When I turned 38 I quit smoking and a sad consequence of that is weight gain.  In my case, it was concentrated around my belly.  Everywhere I went – the nail salon, the dry cleaner – I was being congratulated on a baby I was not carrying.  The mailman asked me when I was due.  The fact that I was so small everywhere else made my tummy – which I named ‘Gus’ – seem that much larger.

I followed the typical course of action: I hired a personal trainer, subscribed to a whole foods-delivery service.  I went to the gym four days a week for five months.  My arms became sculpted.  My butt was toned.  My legs were great.  My stomach? The same.

I started getting discouraged. I knew it was time to call in the big guns.  Enter Dr Marc Mani.

They say to be successful in life you should know a good lawyer, mechanic and accountant. If you live in Los Angeles you have to replace this with colorist, dermatologist and plastic surgeon. 

Marc Mani is a Beverly Hills Plastic Surgeon, I know a lot of plastic surgeons. I’ve seen their before and after photos, I’ve interviewed them for magazines and TV. I’ve even been in a relationship with one.  I’m the friend everyone calls when they’re looking for a recommendation.

The reason I picked Dr. Mani is because he’s like a nightclub with no sign out front. You have to audition to get him to work on you. He has sent more than a few friends out the door if he didn’t approve of their decision to get work done.  A close girlfriend told me that Dr Mani matter-of-factly informed her that if her boobs were any larger, she would “look ridiculous”.  Other surgeons are happy for the business.  Not Dr Mani.  He has to be convinced.  I knew he would tell me the truth.

I walked into his office and changed into a gown.  He stared at my stomach.  Then he looked me straight in the eye and simply said “go back to the gym.” He would not be performing liposuction on me. “If it doesn’t go away after that then come back,” he said, resolute.

A few months later, I went back.  This time, Dr Mani gave me a different response. “Yes, that stomach is hereditary, part of getting older.” He paused and then pinched under my chin. “This is also fat you can’t exercise away. I’ll remove that as well.”

My chin? My God – I hadn’t even noticed that before.

“The smoking hollowed out your face. So I’m going to take the fat from your stomach and put it into your cheeks to fill your face out,” he said. Then Dr. Mani touched the area under my eyes. “And while you’re under I’m going to give you a lower bleph.”

I nodded my head as though I knew what a “lower bleph” was.  (It stands for blephoraplasty – the removal of bags under the eyes.)

I was glad Dr Mani pointed out these other areas that needed ‘tuning up’ two days before the stomach surgery.  It gave me less time to obsess about it.  But there was no question about having him do it. From what I had seen, Dr Mani does the most natural work in town.

Most people keep their plastic surgery a secret. Not me. I announced it on Facebook. I am in the beauty industry and have always believed in full transparency. Plastic surgery is a subject that a lot of women are curious about. I made a YouTube film about what I was about to do. I don’t think wanting to look better should be a taboo subject. Sure, I got a few snotty comments but more than that, I got tons of questions.Women that I knew, and many that I didn’t were asking me everything from “What is the recovery period?” to “How much will it cost?” I replied to all of them.

It is now six weeks after the removal of Gus, and everything else.  I wore a bandage around my stomach and chin for 24 hours a day for the first week, half that time for the following week. It was uncomfortable but not painful. I was up and walking around by the second day but ideally, it takes a week at least to fully recover.

Was my decision extreme? Yes, of course it was.

Could I have lived a perfectly fine life without it? Without a doubt.

Do I feel like a new person? No – but I do feel like someone who can go out confidently in a bathing suit.

Is it expensive? Yes, but I don’t have children so I wont be paying for college anytime soon.

Was it worth it?  Look at my pictures and decide.

What about you? Would you ever get “Work Done?” Do you think my decision was too drastic?

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