How much plastic surgery does this slim 27 year old girl need? US$33K worth.

Melanie Berliet had consultations with three plastic surgeons

Melanie Berliet went undercover for Vanity Fair to learn a bit about the multi billion dollar US cosmetic surgery industry from the inside. She visited three plastic surgeons and asked what she should do to her face and body. One surgeon suggested US$33K worth of work. Melanie is 5 foot 9 and weighs 54kg. This is what happened…..

When I began this project, I was relatively certain that I didn’t need
plastic surgery. I also suspected that plastic surgeons might tell me
otherwise. To test my hypothesis, I went undercover. In the process, I
hoped to learn something about what happens inside examination rooms
across New York City and, by extension, the United States. Are
teenybopper idols and those who emulate them freely choosing plastic
surgery? Or is plastic surgery choosing them?

Now the doctor and I stand in front of the floor-length mirror while
he deconstructs the “before” me. “As a Caucasian woman, you probably—if
you were doing lipo—would want this brought down,” he says, pointing to
my “banana rolls”—his clever name for the part of my rear end that
peeks from beneath my underwear lining. “And again, you know, in jeans,
to most people … on white women, you guys like to get this down. And we
like to see it down.” I gulp, realizing that I’ll never be able to eat
my favorite fruit again without thinking of my own ass.


Dr. Rapaport pinches me from
shoulders to knees before concluding: “You look absolutely nice, but,
even if I were a blind guy and put my hands here”—he seizes my
sides—“there are little lumps. This could be brought down just to give
you a little bit better of a curve.” These lumps, I learn, are my
“waist wads.” To his credit, Dr. Rapaport does note that my “waist
wads” are “borderline.” But, he says, “I’ve done supermodels with much
less than this. To them it was important. To each his own.”

Having reviewed my figure to his satisfaction, Dr. Rapaport
recommends liposuction on my outer thighs, love handles, and banana
rolls, which will set me back about $8,000. He also raises the
possibility of sucking the fat from my inner knees but does say after
more pinching that they’re actually “quite empty.”

The good news is that the lipo can be done at the same time as my breast augmentation. There’s something else: “Your breasts are definitely asymmetric. They’re not bad.

Ultimately, Dr. Rapaport suggests silicone implants—one slightly
bigger, for my dwarfed left breast—to bring me to a full C or a small
D-cup. The cost for these is $13,000.

“Do you want me to talk about your face?”

No, I don’t wish to invite further blows to my ego. But what comes out of my mouth is: “Yes, I do.”



This is the part I feared the most. I still can’t shake the scarring
memory of an elementary-school classmate asking me if I’d chosen to be
a wizard for Halloween because the long, pointy hat made my long,
pointy nose look smaller.

Nevertheless, I oblige Dr. Rapaport’s request to look with him into
a small round mirror. He begins with a compliment—“You’re very
smooth”—then tells me I could inject Botox ($500 for a dose lasting
four months) into my forehead to control the “disproportion in
animation” there. My overlip is a bit “retruded” or “retracted,” but an
injection of Restylane (about the same price and duration as the Botox)
will bring it forward. He also points to my chicken-pox scars, moles,
and freckles—all candidates for fixing.

“Then, if we pull out the knife, the only thing that I’d really
consider on you is this guy,” he says, tapping at his own enviably
slender snout. “A very nice reduction rhinoplasty,” at a cost of
$11,000, will take my bump down.

In total, Dr. Rapaport proposes roughly $33,000 worth of plastic
surgery. By this time my self-image is so battered that, had I the
money, I sincerely doubt I could refuse.

You can read the full story here…..

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