Category Archives: Body

Changing Your Body Shape

Cosmetic surgery is not something anyone will consider, but there are many people who’ve already accepted this as part of normal life. A friend of mine was talking having a Breast Enlargement, but I never thought she was THAT serious. After not seeing each other for a while we had coffee again a while back, and she actually had it done!! I can’t believe that she had the guts to do it. I’m just too much of a sissy I guess. I’m really scared of pain, and I can’t see myself going through all that just to have bigger boobies.
Yes, I’ve always wanted to be a full C, but I guess its just not meant for all of us. However, if you have the guts (and the money), to have this done, there’s no reason why you should make peace with your size. You might very well change from a pear to an hour glass for that matter!

I'm Such A Pear

I feel like I’ve been blogging about the wedding, and setting up house till infinity already. I’ m sorry if I’m boring anyone of you, but this is just what’s going on in my life at the moment, and I suppose it just takes up so much time that I struggle to think about anything else.

Well, today I’ve decided to enlighten myself with something completely different.

Pear (body shape)I’m a pear body shape, as you might (or might not) know. And though this might have upsides, I’m a real female, and I usually see only the downsides. After searching the internet for ‘what to wear’ for my body shape, I came up with nothing substantial. So I’ve decided that it doesn’t matter WHAT body shape we are, we’re usually unhappy with it anyway. I’ll wear clothes in which I am comfortable, and I’ll try to maintain a healthy body, as in shape as I can possibly manage, and for the rest I’ll have to try and make peace with it.

I was particularly inspired by The Pretty Pear blog. The author, Colleen, is also a pear, and she’s is totally at piece with it. Its just really amazing to find someone who has made peace with the way they look, but also admits that its not always easy.

It got me wondering though, are guys also sensitive about their body shape? Do they also feel like they would’ve rather looked like ‘so-and-so’? I guess they don’t talk about it as much if they feel the same way!

A Warning to Women of the World

Do I Look Fat?

Most of you have read the scare-mail about the person whose kidneys were stolen while he was passed out. Well, read on. While the kidney story was an urban legend, this one is not. It’s happening every day.

My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago. It was just
that quick. I went to sleep in my body and woke up with someone else’s thighs. The new ones had the texture of cooked oatmeal. Who would have done such a cruel thing to legs that had been mine for years? Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine? Hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans and Sheer Energy pantyhose. Then, just when my guard was down, the thieves struck again.

My butt was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match my new rear end to the thighs they stuck me with earlier. I couldn’t believe that my new butt was attached at least three inches lower than my
original. Now, my rear complemented my legs, lump for lump. Frantic, I prayed that long skirts would stay in fashion It was two years ago when I realized my arms had been switched. One morning I was fixing my hair and I watched horrified but fascinated as the flesh of my upper arms swung to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush. This was really getting scary. My body was being replaced one section at a time. How clever and fiendish.

Age? Age had nothing to do with it. Age is supposed to creep up, unnoticed, something like maturity. NO, I was being attacked repeatedly and without warning. In despair, I gave up my T-shirts.

What could they do to me next?

My poor neck suddenly disappeared faster than the Thanksgiving turkey it now resembled. That’s why I decided to tell my story. I can’t take on the medical profession by myself. Women of the world, wake up and smell the
coffee. That really isn’t plastic that those surgeons are using.

You KNOW where they are getting those replacement parts, don’t you? The next time you suspect someone has had a face “lifted,” look again. Was it lifted from you? I think I finally found my thighs – and I hope that Cindy Crawford paid a really good price for them!

This is not a hoax. This is happening to women in every town every night. WARN YOUR FRIENDS!

P.S. I must say that last year I thought someone had stolen my breasts. I was lying in bed and they were gone! As I jumped out of bed, I was relieved to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I slept.

Now I keep them hidden in my waistband.