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2:13 p.m. - 2007-01-17 Holy cow you say! Why Betty, why? Because it got rid of 10 pounds of flabby hanging skin. Because I can run now without the slapping sound of my belly smacking my upper thighs. Because the hotness and confidence that is middle-aged Betty has been released. I am very open about what I had done and am not afraid to show the scars. The only things I need are a couple of electrodes on my neck and a white streak in my hair and my naked body would look like the Bride of Frankenstein. The last words I told the surgeon was for him to wrap me up like Saran Wrap across a bowl and that he did. I had a full tummy tuck with an anchor incision. He pulled skin from east to west and north to south, made me a new belly button and finished with a little liposuction flair on the hips. The arm lift was not quite as tight but with some dedicated weight lifting they should shape up beautifully. The best part of all was that there was no pain. I swear! I never even took the first Tylenol. Part of my brain understands the selfish, narcissistic side of the plastic surgery issue but the other side understands that this was simply finishing the job. This was reconstructive surgery to get the real Betty back. Step four will take place in a year or two. I want to have an upper thigh lift and what ever they call the surgery that gets rid of the roll of skin that hangs over my bra. I know I must sound crazy to a lot of people but what it comes down to is that I did what I had to do for me. Complicated yet so simple�making a choice on my own for myself.
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