When I was a teenager I would look at my mother and think how beautiful she was. Except…and there is always an “except”, especially when a daughter is sizing up her mother. I noticed her upper eye lids sagged over her beautiful hazel eyes. Back then plastic surgery was not used like it is today, people just sagged…but I swore I was not going to let that happen to me. Guess what? It did. But I have no fear of using technology to help me fight off the sag of aging. I may eat organic food, recycle, look for natural cures to health, but I have no problem with enlisting a little help from my plastic surgeon. I balance it with the fact that when I feel better about myself that I can be a better person to me. Then I can be a better person to someone whose path may cross mine in life. This gives me the strength to live my belief that we are all here just to help each other.
I have a fear of aging. As one of my good friends always points out to me, it is going to happen or I am going to die. My reason, I feel young inside, I still have so much I want to do, so many adventures I have not yet conquered, and if I look younger, I think younger, and I can pack more adventures into my years ahead.
When I turned 50, I wrote a poem that may explain the way I feel and the way you may feel. I am not going to write it all here but I am going to put some of it on this article before I tell you about my eyelid lift so you can understand what you are reading with your eyes wide open into my thought process.
Why did the birthday of middle age descend upon me before I expected it? Who thrust conformity at me? I’ve not grown up yet. My mind, my thoughts flow with the blood of youth. I know how to be young; I don’t know how to be old. I still want to be cool, to cause a stir, to follow my dreams. Don’t tell me I’m too old to be a rebel, to become what I want when I grow up. Live your dreams, act on your passions, and live every day with the hope of tomorrow.
It took me a year to finally decide to go ahead and have the eyelift. For the past year when I looked in the mirror I would take my finger and pull the extra skin up. I always liked what I saw. Finally I decided to do it. My doctor called it an upper lid blepharoplasty. I called it an eyelift. The cost was $2,875.00. It was worth every penny. I had the surgery on August 30th.
Blepharoplasty, or eyelid surgery, removes fatty tissue and tightens aging skin around the eyes. One of the top five cosmetic surgical procedures, blepharoplasty can be performed on the upper eyelid to tighten drooping skin Blepharoplasty will not reverse the appearance of wrinkles or crow’s feet.
My surgery was an outpatient procedure.
The surgeon begins by making incisions along the natural lines in the crease of the upper eyelid. Excess fatty tissue, muscle, and skin (when necessary) are removed, and the incision is closed with sutures.
The night after the surgery, I threw up and that caused a pooling of blood under my left eye. I had a lump as big as a walnut that was black and blue. My eyes watered that night and it looked like I was crying blood. I looked like a vampire. My vision was also blurry. I was scared to death. I thought I had disfigured my face and was going to be half blind. My doctor assured me I was okay. Two days later, my vision cleared up and I could not believe how vibrant the colors were. Everything I looked at was exciting. It was like seeing colors for the first time and I did not even know the droop of my eyelid was even affecting the way I saw things. It took about two weeks for the bruising and swelling to go away. But it was very interesting when I went out for that first two weeks. People would look at me with pity. A look that told me they thought I was an abused woman. I did not like that look but found it very thought-provoking and attention-grabbing in a very strange way. It has now been one month since I had the surgery. I love my eyes. Even though I still have a little healing left I am 100% happy with the results. People who told me they didn’t see anything wrong with my eyes before tell me they are amazed and they do see a difference. They say my eyes look bigger, I look more rested, and the color is brighter.
The pictures in the slide show will show you the progression of my surgery.
I know there is a lot of controversy about growing older gracefully. It is my personal belief each person has their reasons for the things we do. It is my belief to not judge people for the things they do that they need to do in order to take care of their spirits and soul. To age with grace, to fight age, it is all nothing more than a personal decision. Just do what is right and good for you. I am not that comfortable to live with my imperfections. I strive to be perfect which is something I will never be, but that my friend is an entire article to tackle at another time. So plastic surgery, for me, it is the right thing. For you, go into it with your eyes wide open and select the best path for you.