True confessions time. On November 26, 2012, I had an eyelift.
You want to know why? Here’s why:
Look at those eyes. They look old, sad and tired. And I am not old, sad and tired.
Well, maybe a little tired.
Those eyelids…oh, how they tormented me. I would look at my husband and hold up those lids with my fingers and say “See? This is what I would look like.”
My husband was strongly opposed to me having the procedure done.
“I love that face,” he would tell me. He’s sweet, but clearly blinded by love, because that face has the eyes of a woman 10 years older than I am.
When I was a younger, I got many compliments on my eyes.
My eyes were just like my late father‘s, round and navy blue. I loved being able to see my family in my face. As I grew older, my heavy lids started to droop, until every photo of me was an assault on my self-esteem. One day, eye-shadow became a waste of time, and then mascara. People would frequently ask me, “Are you tired? You look tired.” My eyeballs were disappearing, and I didn’t like it.
Here’s the great part. When I told my friends and family that I was having my eyes done – technically known as a blepharoplasty – not one person – not one – asked me why. Every single person said they thought it was a great idea. Wow! It was time.
I went to see Dr. Jed Horowitz at the Pacific Center for Plastic Surgery. I told Dr. Horowitz what I wanted – subtle, just a lid lift, no brows. Dr. Horowitz told me if I waited a few more years my insurance would pay for the procedure, as my eyelids would begin to obstruct my vision. He then added that he’d like to do a lower lid pinch, which involves tightening just the skin, not the muscles, under my eyes.
Clearly, it was time to do this. And I was ready.
The outpatient surgery was done under local anesthesia, so I could hear snippets of conversation and was aware that something was happening around my eyes, but felt absolutely nothing. After it was over, I spent the next 7 days with continual ice packs, pain meds and lots of television watched through one eye at a time. I was swollen, uncomfortable, and very conscious of my stitches, but only for the first 3 days. After that, the recovery was fairly swift, though the swelling will take around six months to completely go away.
To say that I’m happy with the results would be a huge understatement. I’m thrilled. I feel better about myself, and my eyes actually feel less tired. People will say to me:
“Your hair looks great!” or “Have you lost weight?”
Happily and honestly I tell them that I had my eyes done.
There are many people who believe that plastic surgery is an unnecessary and indulgent thing to do – that aging gracefully excludes any kind of plastic surgery. I understand this point of view, and in fact wavered about having this procedure done for the past 5+ years. There were times when I was convinced that I could be comfortable with looking as I did before, but ultimately I very much wanted to change not only how I look but how I feel when I look at my reflection.
I’ve never been a terribly vain person, but this was about more than vanity. For me, this was about recognizing the positive, youthful part of me – the part that I like best – when I looked in the mirror. When I looked into my own eyes. Now, I can really see myself again.