Yesterday, while scrolling through my phone, I suddenly came across that picture of my back, taken by a nurse. My friend said, "Your back in that picture really shows a desperate, all-or-nothing attitude." I smiled but didn't say anything.
Actually, few people know that for the past few years, I've been filled with anxiety and confusion. When I was younger, I loved being beautiful, and I was pretty; everyone complimented me. But as I got older, how could I not age? The aging, sagging skin in the mirror terrified me every time I looked at it.
Later, with encouragement from friends, I decided to have a facelift. It's not true to say I wasn't scared, but compared to my aging face, I preferred to endure the stress of cosmetic surgery.
When I entered the operating room, I actually felt more at ease, anticipating how I would look after the surgery. After the anesthetic was injected, I quickly "fell asleep," and when I woke up, the surgery was over.
Now, 9 days have passed since the surgery. After the stitches were removed, I looked at my face in the mirror, which was mostly free of swelling. The wrinkles were reduced, my skin was tighter, and the nasolabial folds weren't as prominent; I looked much younger.
When I met my friends, they also complimented me, saying I didn't look 53 at all, but more like "in my early 30s." My heart felt so much lighter. Thinking back to the anxiety I felt about aging in previous years, I felt a mix of emotions. This surgery was truly worth it!
