Bumming four months after plastics

Anyone else out there feeling self concise again after their plastics? The first two to three months I was in Heaven...feeling on top of the world. Probably the most happy and confident I've EVER been with my body...now four months out and all I see is the other areas that I want done. And my flat stomach that I worked so hard for and paid so much money for doesn't seem flat enough. Two months out super swollen I was rocking the beach in my brand new bikini, now the thought of wearing one this Feb. when we head off to Florida scares me! What happened to the confident new me?

Just bumming, wondering if anyone else out there has run into this, and if so how did they over come it?

I'm feeling it to. I know I am happy but feel it could be better. Like my left flank didn't turn out as well as promised so he says he can fix that for another $1500.00 yeahhhh. I do feel more confident taking my shirt off around the house, but still feel like I'm swelling too much lately and still feel like my flat stomach can be flatter. Maybe its just the swelling and it will get better. Hope you feel better.

I think for a lot of us it's akin to that old adage about painting just one room in a house. You fix one room, all the other rooms suddenly look that much worse in comparison and you're even more unhappy.

I knew my inner thighs were saggy before. But now they're downright disgusting to me, without the saggy ******** stomach distracting the gaze.

It's the same with my weight. Some days I'm more unhappy with my body now than I was before my WLS.

The closer we get to our ideal, the more frustrated we get with the things that still stand in our way. Because it's actually within reach, we can see it. It's not some faraway fantasy that's unattainable, like it was when we were morbidly obese. All I wanted back then was to get on an airplane and not have to request a seatbelt extender. "I'll be thrilled to be 215!" I thought. Now I step on the scale and feel like a beluga whale if the number is over 165.

It's completely understandable, to a degree. Really. People have an innate need to be achieving things. Look at Donald Trump. He has enough money to retire and go sit on his butt on some tropical island with his horrible hairpiece. But no, he's still at it, he is still trying to make MORE money, get MORE power. The most successful people out there are still striving for MORE.

We're the same way with our bodies. We get there, and then because we have this need to have a purpose and more goals, we become dissatisfied with what we achieved, and we want more. Really, if everyone were completely satisfied with everything, not a lot would get done. Dissatisfaction is a great motivator.

I see it as a really integral part of our psychology. But it can go too far, and it can make us really unhappy if we don't acknowledge it for what it is. If you can step back and identify it in a clinical sense, it loses some of its power because it ceases to be only in your head, only about your flaws. Everyone experiences it, in different regards and to different degrees. The extremes are the people like Michael Jackson and Jocelyn Wildenstein, who transformed their bodies far beyond what society deems acceptable. Nobody rags on Bill Gates for building the Microsoft empire after he achieved moderate success. I know that metaphor is far from perfect and isn't directly correlated but you get my drift.

And don't misinterpret that as me saying, it's perfectly ok to be miserable with your current body and go out and get everything else sliced/diced/stuffed/sauteed. I'm just saying that everyone feels this way, and what venue of their life it comes out in is variable. Some are healthier than others. Bodies are a tough subject. People aren't allowed to express dissatisfaction with their bodies because we're supposed to "love ourselves unconditionally" but at the same time we're judged constantly on our appearances. Huge double standards. I'm required to love my body but a guy can smirk at my saggy butt? How the hell does that work?

It's infuriating. (Can you tell it's a hot-button issue for me? I can't believe I've gone off like this. Well, yes I can. haha).

You know the drill. If you hate your thighs and you have the money and time and it's safe to do so, fix them. Try to love your body now. Don't get 5 nose jobs. Blah blah blah. We can all recite that crap in our sleep. It's harder to internalize.

My advice? Go visit a nudist camp or hot springs. One with lots of people of all ages. (Not one in Beverly Hills). I did this summer, and let me tell you I came out with a whole new appreciation for my body. Real bodies have flaps and sags and dimples and rolls. We have a skewed vision of what we think we need to be. Real bodies don't look like they've been photoshopped. I still want my arms and thighs done. I still flipping HATE my butt. But I'm not *quite* so hard on myself. Some days.

I totally hear you on this one.  Never satisfied are we?

I recently went to a "fantasia" party (sex toys and neglige).  I bought this lacy thing - skin tight.  I put it on, and the first thing I thought was "Look at my butt/thighs in this thing!"  But when I walked into our bedroom - well...my husband just kept saying "HOW did I get so lucky??" He has told me that he feels like he was lucky enough to love TWO women in his life - the one he married, and now this new, hot chick.  Like he gets his mid-life crisis girlfriend, but didn't need to get divorced to do it!

Sometimes we need to step back and see ourselves how others see us....

we are our own worst critics. its a damn shame.

im to the point where i lost 115lbs, had some plastics, figure i may need a little more later..

BUT, dammit, i have worked hard to get where i am, things are NEVER going to be perfect when you have gained and lost 115lbs so I can hide, and miss out, and shy away or I can love the fact that I have come this far and embrace the amazing life I have..

im moving to the Carribean in May and let me tell you I plan to be in a bathing suit every day, scars, strech marks, and cellulite and everything. And im going to run around and enjoy it. Because life doesnt start when my thighs look better. its going on now and i can spend the energy hating it or embrace what i have to work with.

therapy is definitely something to help address penalizing ourselves for flaws and body dysmorphia.