Following the article "Weightloss is not a mystery, there are no magic tricks" in which I mentioned airbrushing, a friend sent me a link to this video on YouTube. It shows the transformation of a model from no makeup to final billboard. I think that this is so so important for every girl/woman to see so I've included it here.

So the good news is that the 'procedure' on Friday went really well. Better than I, my fiance or anyone else expected in fact! The admission process was efficient and before I knew it I was kitted up in the most anti-sexy disposable knickers and a highly unattractive gown (which, by the way, now tie up at the side and have an overlapping part so that your modesty is maintained; not like in the movies). The anaesthetist came for a chat and I mentioned that I was a bit anxious about the general because I had a fear that I wouldn't wake up. She whacked a cannula into my arm and squirted in a bit of something that I thought was anti-coagulant. A few seconds later I asked her "Am I supposed to feel funny?". The doctor just patted my arm and smiled kindly, "Yes dear". I'm not sure what she gave me but all my worries disappeared and I felt bloody fantastic.

If you think about it, as I'm sure most women have, the human female reproductive system is inherently flawed in its design. Whether you believe in evolution or creation, it is clear that somewhere along the way, something went wrong. We have all our reproductive organs buried deep at the end of a winding canal and we give birth to something the size of a watermelon. How was this an seen as a 'survival of the fittest' characteristic? Or, why did our creator dislike us so much to hinder us with these flaws?

Why am I nattering on about this?