At 71, I had nine cosmetic surgeries. Today, I no longer look like the one I was a moment young: when I look at old photos of myself, I don’t recognize myself.
After breastfeeding, my breasts changed.
It all started when I was in my forties. Before my two pregnancies, I had superb breasts. Unfortunately, things changed when I started breastfeeding my boys. I had a hard time coming to terms with this physical change, but I learned to live with it.
One day, while watching television, I came across a procedure from a cosmetic surgeon who was showing pictures of breasts before and after an operation. I did not know that such a transformation was possible because this practice was still little-publicized at the time.
I was immediately seduced by the idea of regaining the breasts of my youth, and I discussed it with my husband, who was rather favourable.
Shortly after, I made an appointment with the surgeon seen on television. I was naive, and I told myself that if he was in the media, it was probably because he was the best. Today, I bite my fingers.
Nothing went as planned.
When I arrived in this doctor’s office, I was received with great fanfare. This welcome reassured me.
The meeting did not last long because I did not ask any questions. I was confident, even though I didn’t even know what kind of prosthesis I was going to have. The surgeon swept away all my concerns in one sentence:
“You are going to get your maiden breasts back.”
This is all I expected.
Unfortunately, nothing went as planned. After the operation, I discovered with dismay my new breast: it was covered with hollows and waves.
I went back to see the surgeon, who made me understand that given my advanced age, I could not have a better result. I left with my head down, not knowing what to do.
Very quickly, I decided to make an appointment with another surgeon. Luckily, he was able to make up for my failed intervention. But that was only the start of a long series of operations.
On the left, Muriel Bessis when she was in her forties. On the right, Muriel Bessis is 68 years old.
Failed eyelid surgery
This failure did not calm my desire to end the complexes.
One day, during a family dinner, I spoke with a cousin who had just had eyelid surgery. She praised the merits of her surgeon and managed to convey her enthusiasm to me.
For several years, I had bags under my eyes, and this was a problem for me. I told myself that it was the opportunity or never to remedy that.
In the meantime, the surgeon she recommended to me retired and referred me to the one who had taken over her practice. Again, I was not suspicious.
I asked him to correct my lower eyelids, but when I woke up from the anaesthesia, he told me that he had also touched the upper eyelids.
This is where my ordeal really began. For a year, I lived through hell because I couldn’t close my eyes anymore. I had no choice but to sleep with my eyes open.
I don’t look like the one I used to be anymore.
Since then, I have been operated on again, and everything is back to normal. But between my breast and eyelid surgery, I experienced 11 years of hardship.
Despite everything, I do not regret anything. Moreover, I have undergone other procedures since: facelifts, injections of fat in the face, botox … At 71, everyone tells me that I look 50.
I don’t look like the one I was before the surgery. My face, which was round, no longer has the same shape. My eyes and gaze have also changed a lot. In the meantime, I also changed my hairstyle: from brunette with long hair to the redhead with short hair.
However, my relatives do not see me as metamorphosed but as rejuvenated. Moreover, after my last operation, I went to pick up my husband at the airport, and he told me this sentence that I will never forget:
I got addicted to surgery.
Looking young physically rejuvenates me internally: it helps me keep my energy. At 71, I am still working and have no plans to retire yet. If I have remained so dynamic, it is simply because I like myself. And that is partly thanks to the surgery.
Whatever one says about it, appearing is very important. In the world of work, looking younger has always served me well.
One day, I had an experience that confirmed it to me: I sent my CV without a photo and showing my age to a recruiter. He never called me back. A few days later, I sent back the same CV, without my age but with a photo. I was called in for an interview in the hours that followed.
For all these reasons, I fully intend to continue the surgery. I will no longer undergo major surgery, but each year, I plan to return to my surgeon to do a few botox, hyaluronic acid or laser shots.
I admit I got hooked on all of this, and I know why.