I did NOT see that coming!
There was no pain, there is no bruising and I was back at my volunteer job at 9 o’clock the next morning full of joie de vivre and just a teeny bit of intravenous poison. It’s been ten days now and my husband — who asked me not to do it, finding altered faces ridiculous — says he can already see a sharper chin but no other, more unwelcome signs of interference. Did I reconcile my vanity with my feminism? Indisputably. There’s a rather patronising refusal in some quarters to understand that nature is against women. I’ve always liked chemicals andsince I’m no longer putting them up my nose, having given up Class A drugs last year, why not put them into my face in other ways?