A Florida-based plastic surgeon has written a children's book called My Beautiful Mommy to help kids understand why their mother had plastic surgery.
I can just imagine how the conversation would go....
Mom: Well dear. I just couldn't imagine having Aunt Hortense's dreadful bumpy nose anymore. And while the doc was re-doing my face, I had him add a little pizazz to my lips. They look just like Angelina Jolie's!
Baby Gertrude: Don't I have Great-Aunt Hortense's dreadful bumpy nose too? It's ugly. I'm ugly. When can I have plastic surgery?
Mom: Oh no honey. You're beautiful just the way you are. The bumpy nose looks good on you. (But just in case, we're saving up for a nose job when you turn 18.)
I hate the idea that this book even exists - and I hate even more that people consider plastic surgery a normal thing to have. Just be happy with who you are - no matter how many lumps, bumps and wrinkles you've got.
I think it's amazing when you can look at old pictures of your relatives and find someone with your nose or chin. Instead of appreciating that shared history, it feels like we're sanitizing our culture. People would prefer to be bland instead of having quirks.