I'm no plastic surgeon, and correct me if I am wrong, but Botox involves needles deeply jutting into one's face.
Am I right? I mean, c'mon, AM I RIGHT?!?!
(hits microphone, "is anyone out there? helllllooo?!?!")
I bet you're wondering where I am going with this (don't worry, I kind-of know what I am trying to say)
and here is the thing:
Today I said goodbye to the mole beauty mark on my face. Twas a sad parting, but I don't want no cancer on my face! NUH-UH BROTHA MAN, THAT WON'T FLY WIT ME!
sorry, i get carried away sometimes....
Here is where the botox-related statement comes into play:
In order to remove that sucker my amazing dermatologist had to jut a seven, yes you read correctly, seven inch needle into my poor face five times. FIVE TIMES! FIVE TIMES I SAY!
I like to pride myself on the fact that I am extremely tolerant to pain... Well this procedure sure made a little girl out of me. While I was laying there, face covered with the faint scratch of metal-to-skin going on in the background I thought to myself:
**"I am fairly certain that childbirth feels like this! YES! I know for a fact what childbirth feels like now!!"
Needless to say I have much respect for those of you who get Botox. Teach me your ways, please? Not that I will be having needles jut into my face anytime soon, I just think it would be a good idea to handle the pain that accompanies seven-inch needles stabbing my skin.
You know........ Just in case terrorists begin to use that in the future as torture method.
A girl must be prepared!
The smile proves that I had absolutley no clue what was about to ensue....
Oh no biggy! I just had something carved out of my face AND (here is the best part!) I get to wear this sexy gauze for two days!
**I have now come to my senses and stopped being dramatic and realized that this doesn't even compare with what childbirth will be like.
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