So there’s a new book coming out in the next couple of weeks. I’m not going to mention its name because I don’t really want the millions of people who see it on the news searching for it and ending up here, but I will put the photo of the cover here so you can see what I’m talking about.

A doctor wrote this book to explain to children the changes that their mother was making during cosmetic surgery. The following passage, according to this article, is actually part of the book:

The girl asks: “Why are you going to look different?”
Mom responds: “Not just different, my dear — prettier!”

I had to take a good, long think about this during my walk with Roxie this morning before posting about it. I want to start a little comment conversation here.

First let me say that I DO NOT want to (and won’t) knock the book itself. I am very sensitive to giving negative public opinion on books because since I published one last fall, I know how hard it is when you put your heart and soul into something (Julie: that one’s for you!) and someone announces to the world that they think something is wrong with it–especially when they’ve never even held the book in their own hands. It can be a little hurtful. So I had to approach this a different way.

I think my initial negative reaction to the book is because I’m not crazy about the idea of having cosmetic surgery just to look prettier. I’m probably in the minority here, but time (and comments) will tell if that’s true. I know several people who have had “cosmetic” surgery for medically necessary reasons, and that is an entirely different story to me: not what I’m talking about.

I feel like I’m being judgmental here and I really try not to be a judgmental person. I guess I just feel that, in my own case, although I do not have a perfect body or features (by far!) and although I am not 100% happy with myself, I wouldn’t make the choice to go under the knife to change things. And I wouldn’t hold it against anyone else for doing so, really. It’s none of my business.

However, the thought that came up for me regarding the book was, “Why would somebody do that while they had kids young enough for this book?” Is that wrong of me to think? It seems so selfish to me. I mean, we can’t all be MILFs, can we? And what happened to having “character”? If we all looked the same, it’d be a pretty boring world. (Gosh, I feel like I’m treading on thin ice, here. I’m totally not trying to offend. And worse, I’m rambling.)

What do YOU think?