The nation’s leading plastic surgeons have dubbed me a reckless patient who puts my health at serious risk in the rush to go under the knife.
I’m a 45-year-old journalist and recently had my eyes done. The blepharoplasty removed the hooded lids that had been bothering me for ages. I had the operation in Sydney: It took two hours under local anaesthetic at a Bondi Junction clinic with a doctor and two nurses.
It wasn’t something I did on the fly, but the underlying narrative around people like me who take the plunge into cosmetic surgery has morphed into something like this: If there’s an eye job going cheap with a reputable doctor, I’ll squeeze it into a week’s annual leave. I love a lunch hour with a side of Botox, even better if it’s at the hairdressers. Anything to wipe away the years quickly and cheaply.