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Cost of cosmetic foot surgery? About how much would cosmetic foot surgery cost? Not on all toes, but just on one toe. To be more detailed, it's the big toe. Hoe much would it cost to get corrective surgery on the big toe? P.S. insurance doesn't cover cosmetic surgery.

Is there such things as foot cosmetic surgery!!!! Here in Canada. ? Uhmm there’s nothing wrong with my feet per say, my boyfriend loves them, and if their okay for him its all good. Cuz there not going in anyone else’s mouth. LOL just kidding, but yeah I think its just vanity insanity… and little things, seem to be driving me crazy the more I watch some certain tv shows. Thxxs in adavance!

anyone knows cosmetic foot surgery!!!!? i have long toes and i want to get a surgery. i want to know my first toe can be shorten cause my first and second toe's length are same but i found the surgery usually shorten the second toe i didnt found the first toe also can be shorten.

Cost for (Cosmetic) Foot Surgery? I want to get my toes shorten and corns removed. How much approximately will it cost in the area of New York.. I want to know so when I go and search it's not a scam or too expensive.. Thank You.

Is there such thing as cosmetic surgery for feet? I do not like my feet. When I was young I used to wear my sisters "cooler" shoes, which were too small for me. As a result I now have bunions on both feet, and corns on both baby toes. Is there any way for me to get my feet fixed

Should I let my friend do surgery on my toes? I have 7 toes on my right foot, and only four on the left. I want my feet fixed but my insurance company won't pay for cosmetic foot surgery. I have this Friend who is friends with a butcher at Wal Mart. The Butcher said his knives are so sharp I wouldn't even feel it. My friend said he would borrow the knives and remove my 2 extra toes if a gave him one of my dogs , "i have like 5 " After the toes are off we are planning to go to the emergency room and tell them it was an accident and then have them sew them back onto the other foot. I heard that when you are transporting body parts you should put them in a glass of milk and then in a cooler. Do you think that this operation will improve my appearance and general well being.

Can cosmetic surgery be done to feet? My toes curl and they look funny. Its somewhat difficult to find shoes that fit good and doesnt make callus grow on the top of where my toes curls. I want this comsmetically fixed. Is that possible? Or is there a way to get rid of the callus on my toes?? HELP! Please be respectful. Its bad enough I cant bear showing my feet even though people see them and say they look fine.

Should parents be allowed to perform cosmetic surgery on children without their consent? I am referring to a varitey of procedures: 1) Male Circumcision 2) Female Circumcision/ genital mutilation 3) The "fixing" of intersexed babies 4) Foot binding or over-corseting of girls To a lesser extent: 5) Piercings and, hypothetically, tattoos 6) Forcing them to use tanning beds Ideas? Are some body modifications acceptable, but not others? Where do you draw the line?

Cosmetic Surgery? I have a couple problems I was hoping could be fixed via cosmetic surgery. First off, there is a fairly large vein beneath my eye. Is this removable? Second, my feet point outwards like \ /. I walked on my toes as a kid, so my hamstrings are kinda shoved up my legs, and my feet point outward. Is this able to be fixed in orthopaedic surgery? Finally, my voice is more nasaly than normal. Is there a way to reduce the size of the holes that lead from my throat to my nose? Any other ways to fix these issues?

Can cosmetic surgery---? I have four things about me that i want to change for my own personal confidance and i want to know if they are even possible through cosmetic surgery 1. Make my shoulders narrower/droopey. Im tired of having my 'defined' shoulders. i want them droopey. i want them aestetically more mideaval. blahblah. i hate my shoulders. 2. elongate my fingers- for piano playing. I have very tiny tiny delicate little hands but its bad for playing the piano when your hands are that of a 6 year old 3. Rib removal. to make my waist smaller. i dont have a super defined waist, and i hate it. 4. and lastly; higher arches in my feet. one reason because im self conscious about my alightly flat footed feet (although like my hands they are very small and narrow boned) and two because in ballet; you have to have a good leg line, and a lot of companies wont hire you if you dont have 'good feet' thats it. Please be gentle. i know I should be happy with my figure and i am that im working fine and all but whatever. -_- im sleepy and im in no way comparing my self. Ive set these own images in my head.

surgery next week--- anesthesia question? I am having foot surgery next week to remove a pinched nerve in my foot. Doctor mentioned to me that I will have an IV that will make me feel like I'm in "lala land". I was wondering what kind of anesthesia this sounds like and what I will probably feel like during and after the surgery. I'm scared bc sometimes I hear in the news about people dying from simple surgeries (hernia, cosmetic surgeries) from the anesthesia.

How recommendable is surgical cosmetic face lift? Would you recommend it? I'm thinking of having a major face lift, eye bag removal, removal of the "angry marks" on the base of my eyebrows (not that i get mad a lot), frown lines, crow's feet....etc etc. name those aging facial symptoms, I have them. I'd like to hear from ppl who has had personal experience with any type of cosmetic surgery, who's the MD you recommend and the price range. Thanks much!

i have a question about cosmetic surgery...? ok i cant seem to answer this question so ima ask yall...my friend got pregnant 3 times..one she had and they others didnt happen, but she still gained the weight from it...but for some reason all the weight stayed in her stomach..i mean everything else looks fine...she is 5 foot 1 in a half and about 160 pounds...we go to the gym together and i dont understand because she monitors what she eats and drinks plenty of water and works out on a daily everyday basis....but her stomach is still there...she had a natural birth and no c-sections..she's leaning towards cosmo surgery on her stomach cause nothing seems to be working...is something wrong..mind you that she is doing what she is suppose to do..even i'm not understanding it...is there something out there that is a name for this....its aggrivating her though and i dont know what else to tell her...

What if the shoe was on the other foot? Males always emphasize the need for females to have large breasts and sizeable butts. Women, the world over, are having cosmetic surgery trying to live up to this standard. What if females become as adamant and as obsessive about size as we? If males with small to medium penises are seen as turnoff to women, will they begin spending billions on penile enlargement? Why is it good for the goose but not the gander? Men often compensate by lifting weight, but only the right muscle will satisfy in bed. Not every man has requirements for famales, but the majority does. Plastic surgery is a multi-billion dollars business.

Why when white women get all that cosmetic surgery done they still never achieve that youthful appearance ? Sorry white girls...It's a losing battle.. It's proven White women start aging at 25 !! Crow's feet, frown lines, and not to mention that aging NECK. How could any man wake up to an aging Pale face like that every morning ?

is 'the lord' partly to blame for cosmetic surgery (see below)? "Then the LORD said to Moses, "Tell Aaron that in all future generations, his descendants who have physical defects will not qualify to offer food to their God. No one who has a defect may come near to me, whether he is blind or lame, stunted or deformed, or has a broken foot or hand, or has a humped back or is a dwarf, or has a defective eye, or has oozing sores or scabs on his skin, or has damaged testicles. Even though he is a descendant of Aaron, his physical defects disqualify him from presenting offerings to the LORD by fire. Since he has a blemish, he may not offer food to his God. However, he may eat from the food offered to God, including the holy offerings and the most holy offerings. Yet because of his physical defect, he must never go behind the inner curtain or come near the altar, for this would desecrate my holy places. I am the LORD who makes them holy." (Leviticus 21:16-23) catdog - if that is true explain this from NT "Do not think that I have come to abolish the Law [Old Testament] or the Prophets; I have not come to abolish them but to fulfill them. I tell you the truth, until heaven and earth disappear, not the smallest letter, not the least stroke or a pen, will by any means disappear from the Law [Old Testament] until everything is accomplished." (Matthew 5:17-18)

I've heard of women getting breast implants. Is it ok to get foot implants to make my feet more flipper-like? Just wondering how the rule book approaches cosmetic surgery.

Is surgery the only way to fix femoral anteversion? I have femoral anteversion which is a fancy word for in-turned hips. This makes me walk and stand pigeon-toed at all times and I cannot turn my feet outward. I've been insecure about it my whole life because I think I look ackward.. especially when I walk or run. Its more of a cosmetic issue for me. I am not uncomfortable and I don't have problems moving. I just don't like looking so pigeon toed all the time and walking like a baby. Is this really something that can't be fixed without surgery to twist the thigh bones?

How much does arch surgery cost? How much would a surgery cost to fix flat feet? I have flat feet and am wondering how much it would cost to "fix" them. It's not so much a medical reason as it is "cosmetic"

I'm an avg. man with freakishly small feet-- 6.5. Can human growth hormone or surgery increase my shoe size? I'm in my mid-30s. I'm just under 5'10", about avg. for an American male. I'm of Italian, Irish and Russian descent. I do have a smallish frame, but not freakishly so. My hands, face, and other body parts are in good proportions. But my feet are only size 6.5. They look unusually small. Women comment on it all the time. And I have a hard time finding shoes or even socks that fit properly. Can I do anything to get bigger feet? Woudl human growth hormone injections help? Is there a cosmetic surgery than can be done? Is there some other type of therapy I can do, like some sort of stretching exercises? I know this is something of a stupid question, but I'm tired of being self-conscious about it. Thank you.

I have retarded looking toes on one foot, i know there is a medical name for this. Can someone do ......? cosmetic surgery for free? I am 40 years old and i've never worn sandles or flip flops. My toes are triangular and sqaure at the tip and over lap each other they are short and have a slither of a nail. I am so enmbarrased and before I die i would like to put on a cute pair of sandals and let my feet breathe.

How to know what size breasts are correct for my girlfriend? My girlfriend has booked herself in for cosmetic surgery to have her breasts made bigger but how do you know what size is correct for her. She wants a natural but bigger look but not the Jordan style ballons, she also dosn't want to waste money by just getting a pair that are not what she wants! Any one give some advice as to how to see what ones would be best? She at the moment is a 34 A and is 5 feet 8 tall with a slim figure.

I just had varicose vein surgery had the age 18. Does this mean i can't participate in sports anymore? I'm an 18-year-old male. I just had vascular surgery to remove a vein that was giving me pain and for cosmetic reasons. My mom tells me that i can never participate in sporting activities again. She says sports are the reason i had such a premature case of varicose veins. Please, could someone tell me if they lived an active life after varicose vein surgery? My youth is pretty much lifted right from under my feet if this be the truth.

Is there possible exercises that can make your feet smaller? Beside cutting them off or cosmetic surgery? Something natural like certain exercises

If given the option...you would get? A fabelous new hair style, A remodeled to my taste wardrobe, cosmetic surgery on my feet be any celebrity for a day get dinner free at your favorite restaurant for a month. Have my dream vaccation now completely paid for. You can only pick one.. My choice would be a remodeled to my taste wardrobe.

Wrinkles under the eyes and crows feet? Is there any product that i can use that will help prevent future wrinkles and crows feet in my eye area? I am 37 years old so i know that wrinkles come with age but I feel i am getting to many. BOTOX and cosmetic surgery is not an option for me. Also, i do stay out of the sun and I wear foundation that has sunscreen in it.

Are there any charities that help pay for childrens operations in Australia? I have a shortened calf muscle. Because the calf is so tight it pulls my heel off the ground permanently This condition makes me unable to walk or stand flat footed,run or do any active sports, makes it painful to climb stairs or even walk very far. Yet the corrective surgery (cutting some of the calf muscle to lengthen it) is considered cosmetic which means it is not covered by Medicare. My mother is a single parent who cleans for a living and cannot afford the operation.

What ideas do you have to give for my comic strip (please read)? The strip is called Mr. Buns, and it's about a bunny named, well, Mr. Buns. The idea is that Buns is simply a bunny who's forced to do all kinds of demeaningly horrible things, like dancing and being hooked up to all kinds of bizzare toturing machines. One strip involves him in a cosmetic surgery thing...which of ends with himself finding himself with an actual fingers and actual rabbit feet instead of his normal nubs, thus with him screaming "AAAH!!! I'M A MONSTER!!!!" The first one features him explaining all the "fun" that the series will have, including space fun, cosemetics fun, torture, doom, and then he suffers 4 simultaneous heart attacks ending with his head exploding. Another strip involves him in a fat suit...and then has him being targeted by a sniper. The strip ends with a boom, and oink and the bunny covered in guts screaming "NOOOOOO!!!!" The next issue shows that his friend PIG was shot in the face. And soon enough Buns has another friend, who explodes in his... face. And we see that Mr. Buns can't have anything. "NOT EVEN HAPPINESS." And then there's the blood puking, face kicking, leg breaking, stomach stomping, eye gouging, eye shooting, suicide shooting, bee stinging madness. With a guest appearance of Fillerbunny, who Mr. Buns shoots for trying to steal his show. And then the horrible gore grabs Buns and brutally attacks him. Written by JMP Drawn by JMP Inked by JMP Kinda. It IS however only one character. And so it makes fun of FOX, by using phrases like GOP-TV, FAUX TV, FAUX News, and 20th Century FAUX. Mr. Buns and other characters actually talk, there are side panels on the left side of the paper making stupid ads like a MB movie featuring a horrible looking dwarf in a bunny suit.

skin condition? hi, my sister is 15 year old. she used to have fits (during high fever)when she was few months old and ended up fainted and recovered after 2-3 days. after couple of years it stopped, but then she has pimples on her face (red opped out from skin, on forehead and on left foot as well. She is loosing confidence as growing up and facing people's questions regarding her face. please let me konw wether its curable by 'cosmetic surgery or any other treatment'. I am attaching her photo to make my question more clear. thanks

face problem? hi, my sister is 15 year old. she used to have fits (during high fever)when she was few months old and ended up fainted and recovered after 2-3 days. after couple of years it stopped, but then she has pimples on her face (red opped out from skin, on forehead and on left foot as well. She is loosing confidence as growing up and facing people's questions regarding her face. please let me konw wether its curable by 'cosmetic surgery or any other treatment'. I am attaching her photo to make my question more clear. thanks

allegry reaction to face? hi, my sister is 15 year old. she used to have fits (during high fever)when she was few months old and ended up fainted and recovered after 2-3 days. after couple of years it stopped, but then she has pimples on her face (red opped out from skin, on forehead and on left foot as well. She is loosing confidence as growing up and facing people's questions regarding her face. please let me konw wether its curable by 'cosmetic surgery or any other treatment'. I am attaching her photo to make my question more clear. thanks

What is everybody's problem on here? Simple choose from the list of problems below which one applies to you Dandruff Money worries Insomnia Overworked PMT Period Post Natal Too tall Too short Underweight Overweight Constipated Unemployed Unemployable Oily skin Apathy Bad temper Love lorn Friendless Alcohol abuse Drug abuse By-Polar Uneven skin tone Backache Bad Marriage Too hairy Toothless Baldness Suicidal Arachnophobic Uneven Breasts Guilty conscience Runny nose Unhappy with cosmetic surgery Unhappy with looks Low self asteem Undervalued Poor diet Owe the Mob money Teenager Impotant Flat feet Pregnant High Mortgage No sense of direction Numbness Giddy spells Boring Stupid Misunderstood Dying In dept Illness High blood pressure Perverted Loss of appetite Shoes on wrong feet Man boobs Other

Depressed and Insecure, I need advice...? OK first of all please don't be rude. Everything started when I was for years old, I had an accident, I was sleeping and I accidentally pulled the curtain with my feet, somehow one of the nails on the curtain got into my eye, I had a cornea transplant..but I still had a lazy eye, not only it was lazy but also it was clouded with a different shape... I remember that people used to make fun of me, and It still hurts me, When I was 15 I got a cosmetic surgery to fix my lazy eye, (whenever I move my healthy eye the other eye moves the same way) Even tho I got the surgery and one of my eyes is perfect I still feel insecure about my injured eye because I can barely see! I'm really depressed, Most people won't notice what I have, but the memories of how people made fun of me are still there and I can't forget... I'm 20 years old, I don't know if I should go to college because I'm afraid that ill never get a job doing what I like, (due to my defect) Sometimes I think I'm better of dead.

UGLY. i feel UGLY UGLY UGLY.? i feel so ugly, i might run out and plastic/cosmetic surgery every inch of my body. my hair is thinning out, suffers from major frizz and seriously needs a cut, and it's so short. my eye brows are so bushy, i've been mistaken for a guy. my eyes a small and short. my nose is flat and fat that everytime i smile my nose stretches 5cm. my lips are always pouting, even if i'm not. my cheeks are full. my neck is short. i have small ears. i have moles everywhere. i'm hairy in every inch of my body. my fingers are very short. my hands are seriously wrinkly. i have a scar/bite mark on my stomach. i have yellow teeth. i have fat and muscly thighs. i am bowlegged. i have huge, muscly calves. my feet are so wide. i have fat fingers and toes. i am ugly. and everywhere around there are girls who are so pretty. i am going to DIE soon. help me... you know what... if everybody keeps this up, i might print your answers out and stick them all over my wall. p.s: sorry i can't give everyone the 'best answer' so i'll just choose no best answer, kay?

R.I.P...James Brown..? ATLANTA - James Brown, the dynamic, pompadoured "Godfather of Soul," whose revolutionary rhythms, rough voice and flashing footwork influenced generations of musicians from rock to rap, died early Christmas morning. He was 73. ADVERTISEMENT Brown was hospitalized with pneumonia at Emory Crawford Long Hospital on Sunday and died of conjunctive heart failure around 1:45 a.m. Monday, said his agent, Frank Copsidas of Intrigue Music. He initially seemed fine at the hospital and even told people that he planned to be on stage in New York on New Year's Eve, Copsidas said. Brown was one of the major musical influences of the past 50 years. From Mick Jagger to Michael Jackson, David Bowie to Public Enemy, Brown's rapid-footed dancing, hard-charging beats and heartfelt yet often unintelligible vocals changed the musical landscape. He was to rhythm and dance music what Bob Dylan was to lyrics. "He was an innovator, he was an emancipator, he was an originator. Rap music, all that stuff came from James Brown," entertainer Little Richard, a longtime friend of Brown's, told MSNBC. "James Brown changed music," said Rev. Al Sharpton, who toured with him in the 1970s and imitates his hairstyle to this day. "He made soul music a world music," Sharpton said. "What James Brown was to music in terms of soul and hip-hop, rap, all of that, is what Bach was to classical music. This is a guy who literally changed the music industry. He put everybody on a different beat, a different style of music. He pioneered it." Brown's classic singles include "Papa's Got A Brand New Bag," "(Get Up I Feel Like Being a) Sex Machine," "I Got You (I Feel Good)" and "Say It Loud — I'm Black and I'm Proud," a landmark 1968 statement of racial pride. "I clearly remember we were calling ourselves colored, and after the song, we were calling ourselves black," Brown told The Associated Press in 2003. "The song showed even people to that day that lyrics and music and a song can change society." He won a Grammy for lifetime achievement in 1992, as well as Grammys in 1965 for "Papa's Got a Brand New Bag" (best R&B recording) and for "Living In America" in 1987 (best R&B vocal performance, male.) He was one of the initial artists inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1986, along with Elvis Presley, Chuck Berry and other founding fathers. Brown, who lived in Beech Island, S.C., near the Georgia line, triumphed despite a turbulent personal life and charges of abusing drugs and alcohol. After a widely publicized, drug-fueled confrontation with police in 1988 that ended in an interstate car chase, Brown spent more than two years in prison for aggravated assault and failing to stop for a police officer. From the 1950s, when Brown had his first R&B hit, "Please, Please, Please" in 1956, through the mid-1970s, Brown went on a frenzy of cross-country tours, concerts and new songs. He earned the nickname "The Hardest Working Man in Show Business" and often tried to prove it to his fans, said Jay Ross, his lawyer of 15 years. Brown's stage act was as memorable, and as imitated, as his records, with his twirls and spins and flowing cape, his repeated faints to the floor at the end as band members tried in vain to get him to leave the stage. His "Live at The Apollo" in 1962 is widely considered one of the greatest concert records ever. And he often talked of the 1964 concert in which organizers made the mistake of having the Rolling Stones, not him, close the bill. He would remember a terrified Mick Jagger waiting offstage, chain smoking, as Brown pulled off his matchless show. "To this day, there has been no one near as funky. No one's coming even close," rapper Chuck D of Public Enemy once told the AP. Brown routinely lost two or three pounds each time he performed and kept his furious concert schedule in his later years even as he fought prostate cancer, Ross said. With his tight pants, shimmering feet, eye makeup and outrageous hair, Brown set the stage for younger stars such as Michael Jackson and Prince. And the early rap generation overwhelmingly sampled his music and voice as they laid the foundation of hip-hop culture. "Disco is James Brown, hip-hop is James Brown, rap is James Brown; you know what I'm saying? You hear all the rappers, 90 percent of their music is me," Brown told The AP in 2003. Born in poverty in Barnwell, S.C., in 1933, Brown was abandoned as a 4 year old to the care of relatives and friends. He grew up on the streets of Augusta, Ga., in an "ill-repute area," as he once called it, where he learned how to hustle to survive. "I wanted to be somebody," Brown said. By the eighth grade in 1949, Brown had served 3 1/2 years in Alto Reform School near Toccoa, Ga., for breaking into cars. While there, he met Bobby Byrd, whose family took Brown into their home. Byrd also took Brown into his group, the Gospel Starlighters. Soon they changed their name to the Famous Flames and their style to hard R&B. In January 1956, King Records of Cincinnati signed the group, and four months later "Please, Please, Please" was in the R&B Top Ten. Pete Allman, a radio personality in Las Vegas who had been friends with Brown for 15 years, credited Brown with jump-starting his career and motivating him personally and professionally. "He was a very positive person. There was no question he was the hardest working man in show business," Allman said. "I remember Mr. Brown as someone who always motivated me, got me reading the Bible." While most of Brown's life was glitz and glitter — he was the manic preacher in 1980's "The Blues Brothers" — he was plagued with charges of abusing drugs and alcohol and of hitting his third wife, Adrienne. In September 1988, Brown, high on PCP and carrying a shotgun, entered an insurance seminar next to his Augusta office. Police said he asked seminar participants if they were using his private restroom. Police chased Brown for a half-hour from Augusta into South Carolina and back to Georgia. The chase ended when police shot out the tires of his truck. Brown received a six-year prison sentence. He spent 15 months in a South Carolina prison and 10 months in a work release program before being paroled in February 1991. In 2003, the South Carolina parole board granted him a pardon for his crimes in that state. Soon after his release, Brown was on stage again with an audience that included millions of cable television viewers nationwide who watched the three-hour, pay-per-view concert at Wiltern Theatre in Los Angeles. Adrienne Brown died in 1996 in Los Angeles at age 47. She took PCP and several prescription drugs while she had a bad heart and was weak from cosmetic surgery two days earlier, the coroner said. More recently, he married his fourth wife, Tomi Raye Hynie, one of his backup singers. The couple had a son, James Jr. Two years later, Brown spent a week in a private Columbia hospital, recovering from what his agent said was dependency on painkillers. Brown's attorney, Albert "Buddy" Dallas, said the singer was exhausted from six years of road shows. Brown was performing to the end, and giving back to his community. Three days before his death, he joined volunteers at his annual toy giveaway in Augusta, and he planned to perform on New Year's Eve at B.B. King Blues Club in New York. "He was dramatic to the end — dying on Christmas Day," said the Rev. Jesse Jackson, a friend of Brown's since 1955. "Almost a dramatic, poetic moment. He'll be all over the news all over the world today. He would have it no other way."

Funny Mathematics? 1. SSC + HSC + B.Tech + MBA = UNEMPLOYMENT 2. An Idea + An Idiot = A Dot com 3. One Chinese gymnast = India's Gold Medal tally since 1896 4. Sushmita Sen - 1.2 feet = Salman Khan 5. Special Effects in Shampoo ads = Special effects in Jurassic park 6. 4 weeks in Switzerland + London + New Zealand + Canada = a 4 minute song in Hindi movie 7. Ajay Devgan + cosmetic surgery + acting ability + personality + own production company = Kajol 8. Rona dhona x Bewafai x Badle ki aag = Your wife's favorite serials 9. Amitabh Bachchan - Mrityudaata + Kaun Banega +Crorepati = SUPERSTAR 10. Amitabh Bachchan + Jaya Bachchan +Talent = Abhishek Bachchan 11. Any actor + Any actress + many movies = David Dhawan 12. 1 smile + 32 teeth = Govinda 13. 1 person - shirt = Salman Khan 14. 1 person + straight hair + un-straight walk = Sanjay Dutt 15. 1 hand + 10 kg weight = Sunny Deol 16. 1 engagement + 2 weddings + 3 wedding songs + 400 relatives + 1 house bigger than Buckingham Palace = One Sooraj Barjataya film 17.1 software engineer + No Work = 20 forwarded mails ... ya i knw its a mail sum1 send me i lyk it dats y i post here

What is your view on...? What is your view on cosmetic plastic surgery? Do you believe it a good procedure, or a bad one? One that damages a person by taking away a part of themselves that makes them unique; erasing themselves, in essence - or a procedure that enhances self-esteem, and makes people feel better about themselves? Do you think people get plastic surgery for purely materialistic reasons? Or do you think they have reasons such as depression and low self-esteem that drives them to do so? Possibly a combination of both? In the future, will it be something that will be frowned upon, the way we look down on Chinese foot-binding? If you have had plastic surgery, what do you think of it? What were your reasons for getting it?

Can someone please critique my story????? The prototype of applegale-part one Hello. My name is Victoria Vanderblit, one of the defective girls of a town called Applegale. Now, if you took a look at me right as I'm writing this, you would probably think I'm a average looking girl, with a curvy body, curly brown hair and almond shaped brown eyes like my beautiful mother, only my mother is thin and her hair is pin straight. However, in the town that I used to live in, Below average is taboo. Average isn't good enough. In order to survive in this demented town, you had to be perfect. It was the way of life. Now, to others, Applegale might appear to be a beautiful and wealthty suburban town. The streets are lined with lush emerald trees, the air is filled with the perfume of apple blossoms, and the houses are exquistively crafted victorian mansions, surrounded with professionally landscaped lawns. Also, the people are so perfect and pristine as well, from their attitudes to their apperances. A smile is always planted on their beautiful faces, no matter how they feel inside. You'll never see a down face in Applegale; you will only see happy and blissful faces strutting around the neighborhood with their flawlessly sculpted bodies. But don't let the outside appearance of Applegate fool you. Eventhough they appear perfect, they are poisoned and brainwashed in the inside. They will do everything to appear perfect to the society, to keep up their appearances and to have everyone and even the surroundings to look as perfect as possible- no matter what. They continue to be as wealthty as possible, to continue to have everything their heart desires. Also, they strive to be beautiful , to spend 3 hours everysingle day working out in the gym, and to correct any grosteque flaws by making a visit to their beloved plastic surgeon. And most of all, each family in Applegale mold themselves and give up their individuality in order to mold themselves. The men are the ones who earn the riches, while they run their household in their god like stature. The housewifes only have to be as beautiful, frail, and pristine as possible and help raise the children to conform into the society-if they have any. And the children supposed to be perfect, well mannered and must obtain book intelligence, who must conform into the Applegale's ways. And for anyone who doesn't meet the requirements of perfection in Applegale, they are either alienated, secretly ridiculed, or made perfect by countless bottles of cosmetics and/or plastic surgery. Some, however, were even killed in result of being defective, from being drowned in Orchid lake, to complications in result of being under the knife of the process of being the prototypes of perfection. Some even commited sudicide, because they couldn't take the society of Applegale so much longer. But people from the outside world never knew about any of the towns inperfections, due to bribery. Most citizens in Applegale were multi millionares, so they gave a large fourtune to keep the grieving family and the police force quiet. Most of the time, they gave in to the large pile of money and never spoke another word about it. Applegale was a unofficial dictatorship, with most of the citizens being the dictator to theirselves. But, I was lucky for only being alienated, instead of killed from my fellow neighbors. When I was born, I was a very beautiful baby, always adored by others. But as I got older, my deformity began to settle into my skin. I was cursed by discoloration as a large spot stood out in on the side of my face. My parents, ashamed and embarrassed by having to deal with a deformed child, immediately took me to get it fixed. But after the plastic surgeon practically laughed in my parent's face and told me that a 7 year old was way too young to go under the knife, they gave up their plans to cancel out my flaws.Well almost, at least. Right after we came from the plastic surgeon's office, I can remember that whole scene while I was in the car with my parents. I can remember the atmosphere. It was so thick with tension, that I could barely breathe. Then, I can vividly remember my mother ask my father, "James. Can we please go to the mall right now? It's important." He replied, "Alice, I don't see why not. But don't take long. I have a meeting at 4." So we pulled up to the mall's parking lot. Personally, I never was so fond of going to the mall, so normally, I always stayed in the car with my dad. But then, my mother demanded, "Victoria. Please get out out of the car. You're going with me today." "But I don't want to go mom!", I replied, as tears started to caress my eyes. "Now!" She ordered. So Then I climbed out of the car with my mother, as she grabbed my hand. At first, I was very oblivious of the reason why she was taking me to the mall with her when she already knew that I hated it. Then suddenly, the reason washed over me and consumed me like a giant wave. We walked all through the mall, through perfect familes with their children who stared at the side of my face, groups of teenagers whispered and giggled to each other and result of seeing me, and even solitary people looked up. I just wanted to disappear. I wanted to melt and saturate into the floor so escape that horrible feeling of being the freak. Then, finally, we stopped at a cosmetic boutique. We entered the store, and I was awashed by expensive smells of perfume and body cream. Not suprisingly, the store was only occupied by only a few customers, excluding the saleswoman, who was walking towards our direction. When she was only a couple feet away from my mom and I she glanced at my mother, and then at me, Her eyes immediately flinched at my sight and then it immediately went back to my mother. Then she asked, "Hello. How may I help you?" My mom smiled with her pearly white smile and then replied, "Yes. Where can I find the foundation?" The saleswoman pointed over to the left of the small boutique as she said, " It's right over there, Here, let me show you." We followed her as she guided us, and I couldn't help but to look at her. She was the typical resident of Applegale, with a heartshaped face ,occupied with prominent blue eyes and full, cherry lacqured lips, with silky, chestnut colored locks cascading down her back. Her body was also very thin and long, clad in a clean and crisp ralph lauren polo, khaki bermunda shorts, and her feet fitted perfectly in her wedges. I wouldn't be suprised if she used to be a supermodel. Then we arrived there, to the shelf of countless foundation bottles, concealer, and face powder. "Thank you so much for helping us.", My mother said " No problem miss.", the saleswoman replied. After a long period of time, my mother finally chose one bottle of foundation, that was my exact skin color, and a tube of concealer. Then we walked up to the counter as she paid for the items with the credit card. Then, we finally left. An hour after I got home, I was sitting in my room, playing with dolls, deep in my imagination based world. Then, a knock, followed by a voice brought me back into reality. "Victoria? Are you in there? ", my mother asked. "'Yes mother." "Well I need to speak to you.", she demanded. My bedroom door opened. After my mother walked in with her tote and settled in a overstuffed chair, she said, " Come over here, would you?" I grabbed a pillow, and then sat on the floor across from her. Then she asked, " Do you want to know why I took you with me to the cosmetic boutique?" "No," I lied, still in denial about the whole situation. " Well Victoria, I don't want you to be the freak of this neighborhood with that scar. I can't take you to the plasic surgeon, so here is the product that will make you normal." "But Mom," I asked, "what does it matter whether I'm normal or not? Why can't I be a regular kid?" "Vicky, let me give you a bit of wisdom here. People in this town do not care about the inner contents of you, they only care about your appearances. They will judge you by that scar and only by it; and they wouldn't care how you're really like inside if you're flawed. So please follow my advice, or your life in this town will be a terrible place for you for many years to come. " Then, my mother bended down and reached into her tote, grabbing the foundation and face powder. She continued," So here is the product that will make you normal. Please wear it or your not going to fit in this society. As a matter of fact, I'm going to show you how to put it on right now." So, without hesitation, I let her apply the foundation, eventhough in the inside, I was screaming, begging her to stop. I didn't want this oily stuff on my skin like a adult, I wanted to be a kid. However, on that day, I wasn't a kid anymore. That was the first day of trying to be the prototype of Applegale. Actually, I'm double majoring in Journalism and English. I'm a aspiring writer, but I realized how hard it is to even get something published. So, I'm still striving to have some of my poetry and hopefully a novel published during my life, but I still have to make a living in order to survive. And Greenwich? I don't live there, and the story isn't based on that town.

What do you think of my story, "The Prototype of Applegale"? Hello. My name is Victoria Vanderblit, one of the defective girls of a town called Applegale. Now, if you took a look at me right as I'm writing this, you would probably think I'm a average looking girl, with a curvy body, curly brown hair and almond shaped brown eyes like my beautiful mother, only my mother is thin and her hair is pin straight. However, in the town that I used to live in, Below average is taboo. Average isn't good enough. In order to survive in this demented town, you had to be perfect. It was the way of life. Now, to others, Applegale might appear to be a beautiful and wealthty suburban town. The streets are lined with lush emerald trees, the air is filled with the perfume of apple blossoms, and the houses are exquistively crafted victorian mansions, surrounded with professionally landscaped lawns. Also, the people are so perfect and pristine as well, from their attitudes to their apperances. A smile is always planted on their beautiful faces, no matter how they feel inside. You'll never see a down face in Applegale; you will only see happy and blissful faces strutting around the neighborhood with their flawlessly sculpted bodies. But don't let the outside appearance of Applegate fool you. Eventhough they appear perfect, they are poisoned and brainwashed in the inside. They will do everything to appear perfect to the society, to keep up their appearances and to have everyone and even the surroundings to look as perfect as possible- no matter what. They continue to be as wealthty as possible, to continue to have everything their heart desires. Also, they strive to be beautiful , to spend 3 hours everysingle day working out in the gym, and to correct any grosteque flaws by making a visit to their beloved plastic surgeon. And most of all, each family in Applegale mold themselves and give up their individuality in order to mold themselves. The men are the ones who earn the riches, while they run their household in their god like stature. The housewifes only have to be as beautiful, frail, and pristine as possible and help raise the children to conform into the society-if they have any. And the children supposed to be perfect, well mannered and must obtain book intelligence, who must conform into the Applegale's ways. And for anyone who doesn't meet the requirements of perfection in Applegale, they are either alienated, secretly ridiculed, or made perfect by countless bottles of cosmetics and/or plastic surgery. Some, however, were even killed in result of being defective, from being drowned in Orchid lake, to complications in result of being under the knife of the process of being the prototypes of perfection. Some even commited sudicide, because they couldn't take the society of Applegale so much longer. But people from the outside world never knew about any of the towns inperfections, due to bribery. Most citizens in Applegale were multi millionares, so they gave a large fourtune to keep the grieving family and the police force quiet. Most of the time, they gave in to the large pile of money and never spoke another word about it. Applegale was a unofficial dictatorship, with most of the citizens being the dictator to theirselves. But, I was lucky for only being alienated, instead of killed from my fellow neighbors. When I was born, I was a very beautiful baby, always adored by others. But as I got older, my deformity began to settle into my skin. I was cursed by discoloration as a large spot stood out in on the side of my face. My parents, ashamed and embarrassed by having to deal with a deformed child, immediately took me to get it fixed. But after the plastic surgeon practically laughed in my parent's face and told me that a 7 year old was way too young to go under the knife, they gave up their plans to cancel out my flaws.Well almost, at least. Right after we came from the plastic surgeon's office, I can remember that whole scene while I was in the car with my parents. I can remember the atmosphere. It was so thick with tension, that I could barely breathe. Then, I can vividly remember my mother ask my father, "James. Can we please go to the mall right now? It's important." He replied, "Alice, I don't see why not. But don't take long. I have a meeting at 4." So we pulled up to the mall's parking lot. Personally, I never was so fond of going to the mall, so normally, I always stayed in the car with my dad. But then, my mother demanded, "Victoria. Please get out out of the car. You're going with me today." "But I don't want to go mom!", I replied, as tears started to caress my eyes. "Now!" She ordered. So Then I climbed out of the car with my mother, as she grabbed my hand. At first, I was very oblivious of the reason why she was taking me to the mall with her when she already knew that I hated it. Then suddenly, the reason washed over me and consumed me like a giant wave. We walked all through the mall, through perfect familes with their children who stared at the side of my face, groups of teenagers whispered and giggled to each other and result of seeing me, and even solitary people looked up. I just wanted to disappear. I wanted to melt and saturate into the floor so escape that horrible feeling of being the freak. Then, finally, we stopped at a cosmetic boutique. We entered the store, and I was awashed by expensive smells of perfume and body cream. Not suprisingly, the store was only occupied by only a few customers, excluding the saleswoman, who was walking towards our direction. When she was only a couple feet away from my mom and I she glanced at my mother, and then at me, Her eyes immediately flinched at my sight and then it immediately went back to my mother. Then she asked, "Hello. How may I help you?" My mom smiled with her pearly white smile and then replied, "Yes. Where can I find the foundation?" The saleswoman pointed over to the left of the small boutique as she said, " It's right over there, Here, let me show you." We followed her as she guided us, and I couldn't help but to look at her. She was the typical resident of Applegale, with a heartshaped face ,occupied with prominent blue eyes and full, cherry lacqured lips, with silky, chestnut colored locks cascading down her back. Her body was also very thin and long, clad in a clean and crisp ralph lauren polo, khaki bermunda shorts, and her feet fitted perfectly in her wedges. I wouldn't be suprised if she used to be a supermodel. Then we arrived there, to the shelf of countless foundation bottles, concealer, and face powder. "Thank you so much for helping us.", My mother said " No problem miss.", the saleswoman replied. After a long period of time, my mother finally chose one bottle of foundation, that was my exact skin color, and a tube of concealer. Then we walked up to the counter as she paid for the items with the credit card. Then, we finally left. An hour after I got home, I was sitting in my room, playing with dolls, deep in my imagination based world. Then, a knock, followed by a voice brought me back into reality. "Victoria? Are you in there? ", my mother asked. "Yes mother." "Well I need to speak to you.", she demanded. My bedroom door then opened. After my mother walked in with her tote and settled in a overstuffed chair, she said, " Come over here, would you?" I grabbed a pillow, and then sat on the floor across from her. Then she asked, " Do you want to know why I took you with me to the cosmetic boutique?" "No," I lied, still in denial about the whole situation. " Well Victoria, I don't want you to be the freak of this neighborhood with that scar. I can't take you to the plasic surgeon, so here is the product that will make you normal." "But Mom," I asked, "what does it matter whether I'm normal or not? Why can't I be a regular kid?" "Vicky, let me give you a bit of wisdom here. People in this town do not care about the inner contents of you, they only care about your appearances. They will judge you by that scar and only by it; and they wouldn't care how you're really like inside if you're flawed. So please follow my advice, or your life in this town will be a terrible place for you for many years to come. " Then, my mother bended down and reached into her tote, grabbing the foundation and face powder. She continued," So here is the product that will make you normal. Please wear it or your not going to fit in this society. As a matter of fact, I'm going to show you how to put it on right now." So, without hesitation, I let her apply the foundation, eventhough in the inside, I was screaming, begging her to stop. I didn't want this oily stuff on my skin like a adult, I wanted to be a kid. However, on that day, I wasn't a kid anymore. That was the first day of trying to be the prototype of Applegale. I know it's very long, but I will really appreciate it if you can comment and/or critique my story!

What do you honestly think about this story? I need feedback!? Author's note: I know that the following topic in the poem is very unlikely to happen in real life, but it's just something I'm experimenting with. I hope you enjoy it! The prototype of applegale-part one Hello. My name is Victoria Vanderbliut, one of the defective girls of a town called Applegale. Now, if you took a look at me right as I'm writing this, you would probably think I'm a average looking girl, with a curvy body, curly brown hair and almond shaped brown eyes like my beautiful mother. Only my mother is thin and her hair is pin straight. However, in the town that I used to live in, Below average is taboo. Average isn't good enough. In order to survive in this demented town, you had to be perfect. It was the way of life. Now, to others, Applegale might appear to be a beautiful wealthty suburban town. The streets are lined with beautiful and lush emerald trees, and the air is filled with the beautiful perfume of apple blossoms.The houses are exquistive and beautifully crafted victorian mansions, surrounded with beautifully landscaped lawns. And the people, are so perfect and pristine as well, from their attitudes to their apperances. A smile is always planted on their beautiful faces, no matter how they feel inside. You'll never see a down face in Applegale, you will only see happy and blissful faces strutting around the neighborhood with their flawlessly sculpted bodies. But don't let the outside appearance of Applegate fool you. Eventhough they appear perfect, they are posioned and brainwashed in the inside. They will do everything to appear perfect to the society, to keep up their appearances and to have everyone and even the surroundings to look as perfect as possible- no matter what. They continue to be as wealthty as possible, to continue to have everything their heart desires. Also, they continue to be as beautiful as possible, to spend 3 hours everysingle day working out in the gym, and to correct any grosteque flaws by making a visit to their beloved plastic surgeon. And most of all, each family in Applegale mold themselves and give up their individuality in order to sculpt themselves into a prototype of Applegale. The men are the ones who earn the riches, while they run their household in their god like stature, the housewifes only have to be as beautiful, frail, and pristine as possible and help raise the children to conform into the society-if they have any. And the children supposed to be perfect, well mannered and intelligent people who must conform into the Applegale's ways. And for anyone who doesn't meet the requirements of perfection in Applegale, they are either alienated, secretly ridiculed, or made perfect by countless bottles of cosmetics and/or plastic surgery. Some, however, were even killed in result of being defective, from being drowned in Crystal lake, to complications in result of being under the knife of the process of being the prototypes of perfection. Some even commited sudicide, because they couldn't take the society of Applegale so much longer. But people from the outside world never knew about any of the towns inperfections, due to bribery. Most citizens in Applegale were multi millionares, so they gave a large fourtune to keep the grieving family and the police force quiet. Most of the time, they gave in to the large pile of money and never spoke another word about it. Applegale was a unofficial dictatorship, with most of the citizens being the dictator to theirselves. But, I was lucky for only being alienated, instead of killed from my fellow neighbors. When I was born, I was a very beautiful baby, always adored by others. But as I got older, my deformity began to settle into my skin. I was cursed by discoloration as a large spot stood out in on the side of my face. My parents, ashamed and embarrassed by having to deal with a deformed child, immediately took me to get it fixed. But after the plastic surgeon practically laughed in my parent's face and told me that a 7 year old was way too young to go under the knife, they gave up their plans to cancel out my flaws.Well almost, at least. Right after we came from the plastic surgeon's office, I can remember that whole scene while I was in the car with my parents. I can remember the atmosphere. It was so thick with tension, that I could barely breathe. Then, I can vividly remember my mother ask my father, "James. Can we please go to the mall right now? It's important." He replied, "Alice, I don't see why not. But don't take long. I have a meeting at 4." So we pulled up to the mall's parking lot. Personally, I never was so fond of going to the mall, so normally, I always stayed in the car with my dad. But then, my mother demanded, "Victoria. Please get out out of the car. You're going with me today." "But I don't want to go mom!", I replied, as tears started to caress my eyes. "Now!" She ordered. So Then I climbed out of the car with my mother, as she grabbed my hand. At first, I was very oblivious of the reason why she was taking me to the mall with her when she already knew that I hated it. Then suddenly, the reason washed over me and consumed me like a giant wave. We walked all through the mall, through perfect familes with their children who stared at the side of my face, groups of teenagers whispered and giggled to each other and result of seeing me, and even solitary people looked up. I just wanted to disappear. I wanted to melt and saturate into the floor to escape that horrible feeling of being the freak. Then, finally, we stopped at a cosmetic boutique. We entered the store, and I was awashed by expensive smells of perfume and body cream. Not suprisingly, the store was only occupied by only a few customers, excluding the saleswoman, who was walking towards our direction. When she was only a couple feet away from my mom and I she glanced at my mother, and then at me, Her eyes immediately flinched at my sight and then it immediately went back to my mother. Then she asked, "Hello. How may I help you?" My mom smiled with her pretty, pearly white smile and then replied, "Yes. Where can I find the foundation?" The saleswoman pointed over to the left of the small boutique as she said, " It's right over there, Here, let me show you." Then we followed her as she guided us, and I couldn't help but to look at her. She was the typical resident of Applegale, with a beautiful, heartshaped face ,occupied with prominent blue eyes and full, cherry lacqured lips, with silky, chestnut colored locks cascading down her back. Her body was also very thin and long, clad in a clean and crisp ralph lauren polo, khaki bermunda shorts, and her feet fitted perfectly in her wedges. I wouldn't be suprised if she used to be a supermodel. Then we arrived there, to the shelf of countless foundation bottles, concealer, and face powder. "Thank you so much for helping us.", My mother said " No problem miss.", the saleswoman replied. After a long period of time, my mother finally chose one bottle of foundation, that was my exact skin color, and a tube of concealer. Then we walked up to the counter as she paid for the items with the credit card. Then, we finally left. An hour after I got home, I was sitting in my room, playing with dolls. Then my mother walked in and said to me, "Here is the product that will make you normal. Please wear it or your not going to fit in this society. As a matter of fact, I'm going to show you how to put it on right now." So, without hesitation, I let her apply the foundation, eventhough in the inside, I was screaming, begging her to stop. I didn't want this oily stuff on my skin like a adult, I wanted to be a kid. However, on that day, I wasn't a kid anymore. And also , that day was the starting day of several years of trying to be the prototype of Applegale.

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Breast reduction? If you've had a breast reduction, are you happy with the results? What was the reason you had one - cosmetic, health reason, etc. How long did it take you to recover from your surgery? And exactly how much did yours cost? Did your insurance cover it or did you have to foot the bill? i am considering having one and I want as much info from as manny people who have had it as possible. Thanks in advance!

Question about Syndactyly? Hi. I have complex syndactyly(the bones are actually fused together, not just 'webbed') on my 2nd, 3rd and 4th toes only on my left foot, and sometimes the arch of my foot hurts. My parents decided when I was younger not to have it 'fixed' and let me decide when I was older, since the doctors told her it would be for merely cosmetic reasons they would be separated and I never had it done since i'm terrified of having surgery, it's easier to just wear socks or closed toe shoes. I was wondering if anyone knew of any medical problems that can come up of the feet if they weren't separated. I'm 26 now and have a normal walk and everything, just the arch of my foot hurts sometimes, only on the foot with the fused toes. Does anyone know if this could be due to the toes being fused?

What is your view on...? What is your view on cosmetic plastic surgery? Do you believe it a good procedure, or a bad one? One that damages a person by taking away a part of themselves that makes them unique; erasing themselves, in essence - or a procedure that enhances self-esteem, and makes people feel better about themselves? Do you think people get plastic surgery for purely materialistic reasons? Or do you think they have reasons such as depression and low self-esteem that drives them to do so? Possibly a combination of both? In the future, will it be something that will be frowned upon, the way we look down on Chinese foot-binding? If you have had plastic surgery, what do you think of it? What were your reasons for getting it?

What is your view on...? What is your view on cosmetic plastic surgery? Do you believe it a good procedure, or a bad one? One that damages a person by taking away a part of themselves that makes them unique; erasing themselves, in essence - or a procedure that enhances self-esteem, and makes people feel better about themselves? Do you think people get plastic surgery for purely materialistic reasons? Or do you think they have reasons such as depression and low self-esteem that drives them to do so? Possibly a combination of both? In the future, will it be something that will be frowned upon, the way we look down on Chinese foot-binding? If you have had plastic surgery, what do you think of it? What were your reasons for getting it?

What is your view on...? What is your view on cosmetic plastic surgery? Do you believe it a good procedure, or a bad one? One that damages a person by taking away a part of themselves that makes them unique; erasing themselves, in essence - or a procedure that enhances self-esteem, and makes people feel better about themselves? Do you think people get plastic surgery for purely materialistic reasons? Or do you think they have reasons such as depression and low self-esteem that drives them to do so? Possibly a combination of both? In the future, will it be something that will be frowned upon, the way we look down on Chinese foot-binding? If you have had plastic surgery, what do you think of it? What were your reasons for getting it?

Could you critique my story? . Hello. My name is Vicky Vanderbilt (or Victoria if you want to get told off), the defective girl of a town called Applegale. Now, if you took a look at me right as I am writing this, you would probably think I am an average looking girl, with a curvy body, curly brown hair and almond shaped brown eyes like my beautiful mother, only my mother is thin and her hair is pin straight. However, in the town that I used to live in, Below average is taboo. Average is not good enough. To survive in this demented town, you had to be perfect. It was the way of life. Now, to others, Applegale might appear to be a beautiful and wealthy suburban town. The streets are lined with lush emerald trees, the air is filled with the perfume of apple blossoms, and the houses are exquisitely crafted Victorian mansions, surrounded with professionally landscaped lawns. Also, the people are so perfect and pristine as well, from their attitudes to their appearances. A smile is always planted on their beautiful faces, no matter how they feel inside. You will never see a down face in Applegale; you will only see happy and blissful faces strutting around the neighborhood with their flawlessly sculpted bodies. But do not let the outside appearance of Applegale fool you. Even though they appear perfect, they are poisoned and brainwashed in the inside. They will do everything to have everyone and everything to look perfect- no matter what. They continue to be as wealthy as possible, to continue to have everything their heart desires. Also, they strive to be beautiful , to spend three hours every single day working out in the gym, and to correct any grotesque flaws by making a visit to their beloved plastic surgeon. And most of all, each family in Applegale mold themselves and give up their individuality to mold themselves. The men are the ones who earn the riches, while they run their household in their Roman God like stature. The homemaker only have to be as beautiful, frail, and pristine as possible and help raise the children to conform into the society-if they have any. And the children supposed to be perfect, well mannered and must obtain book intelligence, who must conform into the Applegale's ways. And for anyone who doesn't meet the requirements of perfection in Applegale, they are either alienated, secretly ridiculed, or made perfect by countless bottles of cosmetics or plastic surgery. Some, however, were even killed in result of being defective, from being drowned in Orchid lake, to complications in result of being under the knife of the process of being the prototypes of perfection. Some even committed suicide, because they could not take the society of Applegale so much longer. But people from the outside world never knew any of the towns imperfections, due to bribery. Most citizens in Applegale were multi millionaires, so they gave a large fortune to keep the grieving family and the police force quiet. Usually, they gave in to the large pile of money and never spoke another word about it. Applegale was an unofficial dictatorship, with most of the citizens being the dictator to themselves. But, I was lucky for only being alienated, instead of killed from my fellow neighbors. When I was born, I was a very beautiful baby, always adored by others. But as I got older, my deformity began to settle into my skin. I was cursed by discoloration as a large spot stood out in on the side of my face. My parents, ashamed and embarrassed by having a deformed child, immediately took me to get it fixed. But after the plastic surgeon practically laughed in my parent's face and told me that a seven year old was way too young to go under the knife, they gave up their plans to cancel out my flaws.Well almost, at least. Right after we came from the plastic surgeon's office, I can remember that whole scene when I was in the car with my parents. I can remember the atmosphere. It was so thick with tension, that I could barely breathe. Then, I can vividly remember my mother asks my father, "James. Can we please go to the mall right now? It's important." He replied, "Alice, I do not see why not. But do not take long. I have a meeting at 4." So we pulled up to the mall's parking lot. I never was so fond of going to the mall, so normally, I always stayed in the car with my dad. But then, my mother demanded, "Victoria. Please get out of the car. You are going with me today." "But I do not want to go mom!" I replied, as tears started to caress my eyes. "Now!", She ordered. So I climbed out of the car with my mother, as she grabbed my hand. At first, I was very oblivious of why she was taking me to the mall with her when she already knew that I hated it. Then suddenly, the reason washed over me and consumed me like a giant wave. We walked all through the mall, through perfect families with their children who stared at the side of my face, groups of teenagers whispered and giggled to one another when of seeing me, and even solitary people looked up. I just wanted to disappear. I wanted to melt and saturate into the floor so escape that horrible feeling of being the freak. Then, finally, we stopped at a cosmetic boutique. We entered the store, and I was overwhelmed by expensive smells of perfume and body cream. Not surprisingly, the store was only occupied by only a few customers, excluding the salesperson, who was walking towards our direction. When she was only a couple feet away from my mom and I she glanced at my mother, and then at me, Her eyes immediately flinched at my sight and then it immediately went back to my mother. Then she asked, "Hello. How may I help you?" My mom smiled with her pearly white smile and then replied, "Yes. Where can I find the foundation?" The salesperson pointed over to the left of the small boutique as she said, " It's right over there, Here, let me show you." We followed her as she guided us, and I could not help but to look at her. She was the typical resident of Applegale, with a heart shaped face ,occupied with prominent blue eyes and full, cherry lacquered lips, with silky, chestnut colored locks cascading down her back. Her body was also very thin and long, clad in a clean and crisp Ralph Lauren polo, khaki Bermuda shorts, and her feet fitted perfectly in her wedges. I would not be surprised if she used to be a supermodel. Then we arrived there, to the shelf of countless foundation bottles, concealer, and face powder. "Thank you so much for helping us.", My mother said " No problem miss.", the salesperson replied. After a long period of time, my mother finally chose one bottle of foundation, that was my exact skin color, and a tube of concealer. Then we walked up to the counter as she paid for the items with the credit card. Then, we finally left. A hour after I got home, I was sitting in my room, playing with dolls, deep in my imagination based world. Then, a knock, followed by a voice brought me back into reality. "Victoria? Are you in there?", my mother asked. "Yes Mom." "Well I need to speak to you.", she demanded. My bedroom door opened. After my mother walked in with her tote and settled in an overstuffed chair, she said, " Come over here, would you?" I grabbed a pillow, and then sat on the floor across from her. Then she asked, " Do you want to know why I took you with me to the cosmetic boutique?" "No.", I lied, still in denial about the whole situation. " Well Victoria, I do not want you to be the freak of this neighborhood with that scar. I cannot take you to the plastic surgeon, so here is the product that will make you normal." "But Mom," I asked, "what does it matter whether I am normal or not? Why can't I be a regular kid?" "Vicky, let me give you a bit of wisdom here. People in this town do not care about the inner contents of you, they only care about your appearance. They will judge you by that scar and only by it; and they would not care how you are really like if you are flawed. So please follow my advice, or your life in this town will be a terrible place for many years to come." My mother bent down and reached into her tote, then grabbed the foundation and face powder. She continued," So here is the product that will make you normal. Please wear it or you're not going to fit in this society. In fact, I am going to show you how to put it on right now." So, without hesitation, I let her apply the foundation, even though in the inside, I was screaming, begging her to stop. I did not want this oily stuff on my skin like an adult; I wanted to be a kid. However, on that day, I was not a kid anymore. That was the first day of trying to be the prototype of Applegale. I truly apologize for too much description and other grammatical errors I have overlooked! I really have to work on that. Anyways, constructive criticism and overall opinions are welcome. So, what is the critique and overall opinion you have to offer ? A fellow reader would. This is basically my voice- only more formal. Even though I haven't used a thesaurus in ages, I have to admit that I don't use the word "prototype" very often.

can you get cosmetic surgery on your feet? my feet are to big i am a size 6.5 shoe and i cant get new shoes i want to be a size 5