Perky Investments of Today, Sagging Stocks of Tomorrow

In today’s society bigger is not only better, it’s everything. More is the new less, perkier is just quite simply, unsurpassed by any means and fuller and bouncier take on their very own impossible new heights that confound even the most intricate sciences. Outmatching all rival aspects that complete the average Joe’s daily lifetime needs, plastic surgery has become the means to a fulfilled life for thousands of individuals around the globe.
“Under the knife” is fast becoming a household term, thrown casually into conversation as topics of dislikes over body image and self esteem arise. With the simplest flaw corrected within a matter of slices, men and women alike are fast turning our old age homes into comic relief for sci-fi writers. Colour butterflies that once fluttered free are now drowned, trampled and lost between folds and creases while above, flying high, hang the monstrosities in all their perky perfection.
Gone are the days of fragile old grannies crouching over tea while reminiscing over photographs of loved ones but rather replaced with back supports for the perky investments that pull at still fragile backs with the weight of silicone that resists the force of gravity. But what happens once skin tissue has lost all its strength and elasticity and your gravity defying appendages finally give way to the science of “what goes up, must come down” and you’re left with sagging stocks? They become folded and crammed into an ity-bity bra that once upon a time turned many heads in awe and admiration but now goes about setting off one’s gag reflex.
Yet as the ‘misguided’ youth of a lost generation, the masses flock to exchange genetic wrong doings for the ultimate body as perceived by the media that so eloquently decide how we as the majority should see ourselves. Flaws invisible to an outsider are blown out of proportion in our heads to the extent that exercise can no longer cure 5kg’s of excess body weight but rather ripping and slicing fat from skin and muscle by means of a metal rod is the answer we’ve been so desperately searching for. This process of vandalising your insides is given the name of liposuction so that one may feel secure about the decision to tarnish oneself with internal bleeding and bruising.
But how much blame can we, as society, really take for the dramatic increase for the demand of plastic surgery? Are we the reason that the media catapults their beliefs upon us, forcing us to conform to their predetermined ways or are we the inventors of the styles that pass over us like plagues? Whoever the culprits are, it is certain that we fuel one another, feeding the desires as they surface from the darkness of our well-being. The media does however have a firm grasp on the situation that we call our lives, forcing us as a unit to express our individuality through any means necessary while containing us enough that we, oblivious to the greater scheme, conform enough to keep news selling. Their power as a minority to manipulate can only go but to show that the impossible does not need the majority in order to be maintained.
Whatever reasons one may find to ignite the desire for plastic surgery, we can all rest easy knowing that when the wrinkles develop and the Alzheimer’s sets in, we will always be the generation covered in colour and perky to the end.