#body alterations

[toonlissi]

Todays menu:

More angst :D

He's not having a good time it seems :c

[moomoorare]

Something approaches... Oh, poor thing.

From my new fanfic Liquid Smooth for Scales of Fate AU check it out if you've got time :,D

[bluedancer9000]

How would Leon react to Donnie getting Kraang-tentacles on their shell? (Harmless Technodrome side effect)

Freak the fuck out and be no help for a while. (Good brother but traumatized)

Immediately decide “forget the tentacles my twin is having a panic attack.”

Help calm them down but freak out as soon as he can.

Make sure Donnie’s ok but deny that the tentacles are part of them for a while.

Voting ended onMay 23, 2023

I request assistance with my fanfiction. This scene won’t happen for a few chapters though, sorry.

[catoad]

flesh!

[another-flightrising-blog]

I bought a sketch book just to answer this ask

Semona shows you all her toothy non-frill glory

Edit: the ask is just "teef"

[toonlissi]

Hydeverse spoilers and body alterations :3

Having fun giving my blorbo some angst :3

(Phosphyde belongs to @kusnechik c:)

[saharaphoenix]

I got a mole removed today...

and I’m not sure how I feel about it. It was mostly cosmetic. Sure, it caught on my pants sometimes and had grown bigger over the years. Every time I noticed it, I wanted it gone. 

Now it’s gone and I kinda miss it. It was on my hip and had been there my whole life. It is a memory of a white Marilyn dress I wore that made me feel beautiful. The fabric of the dress was so revealing that the mole could be seen. The material wasn’t sheer, it just clung to every contour. Including that mole. 

And now it is gone. It was removed yesterday and the hole that replaced it aches. I have become so attached to the accents and imperfections of my body after inhabiting it for almost 40 years. The collective media would have us think that we abhor what we see in the mirror, but I love my face, my body. It is not perfect, but it is mine. It is part of who I am. To change it would be to change me.

Should we desire such a change? Are we supposed to be happy in our bodies or are we supposed to make them into our perfect vision? Should we see the world as it is and appreciate it? Or should we mold it into our version of what we think it should be? What damage does it do to our psyche if we say that we aren’t good enough as we are?  

Our DNA and experiences make us unique. What are we saying about ourselves when we refuse to accept our appearance? What of those that are disfigured? Society is cruel to those viewed as different. Should the disfigured change or should our attitudes? Value based on looks is decried publicly and sought privately. Billions are made playing both sides. 

What if everyone was valued as is? Everyone is born equal, but not the same. Our differences make us unique and uniqueness is valued. Why then do we strive to look like ours, or someone’s, ideal version? What is ideal? If it is truly ideal, then why does it change? And why do we feel we should strive for it? 

What if we are already our ideal selves? What if our ideal self grows and changes with our minds and our bodies? Is my ideal self that which could only exist in my twenties? Or my teens? Will I never again be able to attain my ideal? 

Now that I am middle aged, am I only allowed to embody those ideals? To become matronly. To age well. To... I don’t know what I am expected to look like at this age, because I don’t care what is expected of me. One things for certain, those around me may cycle through my life, but my body will be with me always. 

And I have cut a piece of it off. Not for anyone else, for myself. Still, it feels like a betrayal. My body grew this and yet I saw fit to remove it. As if it was a tumor. Which a body also grows. It would be hard to argue that a tumor shouldn’t be removed. Where then is the line between what should be removed/altered on the body and what shouldn’t? 

And what about piercings and tattoos, of which I’ve had my share. Maybe our bodies should reflect our true internal selves? How sure are we that we know our true selves? Enough to make permanent changes to the vehicle of our souls? Or is it an external manifestation of finding our true selves? Do we not know who we truly are until we make such changes?

I can’t put my mole back on, but now I must process how I feel about losing it. 

[unexpectedyarns]

Saturday six probably unpopular opinions

I’ve never liked the smoky-eyes-pale-lips look, not even back in the 70s when I was a little kid and it was first popular.  Why do you want to look from across the room like your face just has a slit cut in it that moves when you talk?  Kinda hideous.

I also have never understood doing the forehead botox thing.  People just don’t really LOOK like that, with that bumped-out smooth shiny forehead.  It’s like a Beluga Whale.

Pair that with the big collagen Carp lips, and it’s like some fish alien has possessed the face.

Boob implants almost never look real.  Half-coconuts planted too far apart.  Like the Monty Python gang misplaced their horse sound effects.  I can understand wanting maybe an additional cup size for self-esteem purposes, but they’re hardly ever done well.  And I always thought my boobs were small (when I was much thinner I wore a 38B, not like my worth is only as much as my bra would hold), but it turns out that I wear actually a DD.  So what does that tell you how society lies to us about our bodies.

The mistake most people make with nose jobs is to have the nose made too small.  And when one ages, since nose cartilage continues to slowly grow over a lifetime, suddenly the nose is MUCH too small.  And the alteration pulls on the skin going out from the nose so it looks like little cords stretched under the skin.  Why.

I always notice necks and knees.  Like some aging hollywood sex symbol guy will have stretch and tucks done to his face but his neck will look like a bulldog’s.  Or a woman will look like some demented barely-human thing in her face and body and boobs but the skin at her knees will sag.  Those parts tell your age as much as your face does.  If we’re lucky, we get to live to get old, and if we’re smart, we get wiser.  There are more important things than trying to look 24 forever.