Paper: A Reflection of My Inspiration to Become a Plastic Surgeon

When you look into your reflection, what do you see? For the longest time, all I saw was a depressed, corpulent girl who had no future. I was afraid of what I saw in the mirror. What was revealed to me each time I caught a glance of myself in a reflective surface made me sick. I fell into awful habits, and began to starve myself in hopes that changing my appearance drastically would make it so I would love myself. As I lost weight, I was thrown deeper and deeper into this disorder, into this idea that the more weight I lost, the more people would like me, and the more I would like myself. Imagine looking at a plate of your favorite food your mom just prepared just for you, and being able to think about nothing else except for how many calories are in it. Suddenly, a natural human necessity seemed unnatural, as if it was there just to taunt me. After months of suffering, what this disorder did to me was evident. My hair was falling out in clumps, my skin was almost transparent so that my veins were prominent, my stomach would hold whatever food I ate for days because my digestive system was ruined, and my bones were starting to jut out of my body in an alarming way. I thought at this point when I looked into my reflection, I’d love what I saw. However, I was wrong. It frightened me, how could I do this to myself? Through trying to recreate myself, I created a monster. As I stared back into my own eyes, I knew I needed to recover because this is not who I wanted to be. I was embarrassed to ask for help, so on my own, I slowly reintroduced my body and my thoughts to food. Knowing that I was going to gain back the majority of weight that I lost scared me. I didn’t want that to happen, but I knew I wanted to get better. Throughout a year of ups and downs, tears and smiles, I led myself down the road to recovery. After a long, emotional journey, I eventually realized that I am who I am and I don’t want to change that. My imperfections are what compose my composure. Through this experience in which I felt so alone, I realized I was far from dealing with this by myself. I realized that other people felt like I did, that they would do anything to change their appearance. I decided I wanted to become a plastic surgeon, someone who could help these people change what they could about themselves in a healthier way than starving themselves to death as I tried to do. I’ve always wanted to be a doctor or veterinarian to help people or animals in any way | could, but my inspiration to become a plastic surgeon is much stronger than any desire I had to assist those in need. My inspiration comes from a connection to those people who want their bodies to be altered, a feeling that will always be inside me, telling me, as well as others, that I could look different or be better. However, I am now stronger and more confident in who I am and who I want to be, and I am aware that I can accomplish anything and everything that I dedicate myself to. ...