Lip Augmentation – I just want it to look natural.

Lip Augmentation (also known as lip augmentation) is a cosmetic procedure that can restore the volume of the lips in both women and men whether they naturally have thinner lips or aging has caused them to lose their plumpness.

O.K., so I have lip envy.

The rest of my body I’m totally O.K. with. But my lips are really thin and it really bothers me. It always has. Looking in the mirror is like looking at my mother. Her lips are almost nonexistent, too. Heredity stinks. It’s impossible not to notice someone whose full lips light up their whole face. I mean your lips are right there front and center. There’s no hiding them. No matter how many bee-stung beauties endless beauty blogs promise.

My lips are definitely nothing to smile about.

As a single man, skimpy lips look just as unattractive on me as on any woman. Maybe worse. The only thing I had as an option to try and minimize them was growing a beard. Only I have a beard that’s on the skimpy side, too. So it only drew more attention to them. I smile and it makes them look even thinner. Eating out makes them just as thin. Any way you look at them they’re definitely Tinder unworthy.

What’s wrong with wanting to look younger and sexier?

There’s no question fuller lips do both. And I’m not talking fuller like obviously overdone. There’s bigger and then there’s ridiculous. Obvious and overdone. Lip fillers gone wrong. I’ve seen lips that scream “botched!” and it terrifies me. I just want lips that look like I was born with them. Soft and natural. Even enhancing them a little would help. I’m looking for kissable, not crazy.

I’m not trying to look like some Disney Princess.

My lips aren’t just thin. They’re out of proportion and crooked.  The top lip looks like it disappears into my mouth. Sadly, we live in a selfie-world and technology is making face to face even closer. In my case, it’s like a horror story. I’ve spent a small fortune on products supposed “makeup artists” apply and then swear how much better I look. Fairy tales.

The surgeon makes all the difference.

It got to the point I wanted to do something to plump up the volume, so to speak. But I didn’t want to end up with lips that were rock-like or looked like lumpy pillows. So I did some major research. I asked friends for recommendations. I looked online trying to wade through the list of plastic surgeons. I looked at testimonials. And before and after photos. The name that kept coming up, was Dr. Thomas A. Narsete, MD. He made me feel comfortable as soon as I met him. We talked a long time, and Dr. Narsete explained to me that while soft and subtle were important, it was equally important that the size of my lips fit my face perfectly.  I knew then that I had the best surgeon to get the best results. And you should see them now. Let me save you some time. Call Dr. Narsete for an appointment now.

Trust me, you won’t find anyone better.

Neck Contouring Surgery – An Aging Neck Is A Real Drag

Neck Contouring Plastic Surgery can eliminate excess skin and fat, creating a firmer, smoother, better defined and younger looking appearance.

“Caution; Neck Falling”

I’ve been watching it happen starting in my forties; the dreaded droop of the skin on my neck. I wake up hoping it will have miraculously disappeared, but it just seems to keep getting worse. And as my neck sags, so does my self-esteem. I’m too young to feel this old. I don’t want to do the Diane Keaton or Candice Bergen thing, forever wrapping my neck in scarves or wearing an awful lot of obvious high collars. That smooth, taut curve between my neck and jaw, that I used to have, I’ve now come to refer to as “the drop zone”.

“Battle of The Neck Bulge”

Bloated neck, deflated ego. Double chin. (Sometimes more depending on how I hold my head, when my smartphone’s jammed between my ear and shoulder). The only things I post on Instagram are pictures totally devoid of me. Facebook? You think I want my High School or College friends to wonder what happened to me? There’s no hiding where my neck fat’s at. It’s glaring. An unwelcome destroyer of both my dignity and appearance.

“A Beard Just Made Me Look Like A Bigger Turkey”

For some reason, most people don’t think men obsess about their looks as much or as frequently as women. But turkey wattle? You know…the sagging skin under your chin that ruins a good photo, destroys your profile and mockingly screams “gobble gobble”. And as far as I’ve seen, there’s no exercise machine that works your wattle. There wasn’t an angle that added definition to my dramatically diving neck skin. Nothing worked. Age was my neck nemesis. Nothing could hide those hideous jowls.

“If You’re Going to Do It, Do It Right.”

I hated my neck. Period. I hated how lousy it made me feel. How old and unattractive. I had heard that neck surgery could get rid of those disgusting vertical bands and horizontal creases, but surgery? Wasn’t really sure I wanted to go there. So I went the way of every kind of cream and exercise and ludicrous solutions like banana peel masks. Did the problem go away? Do you have to ask?  By this point I knew neck contouring surgery was the only real and lasting solution. But I also knew that if I was going to do it, I had to get the right help. Find the right plastic surgeon who wouldn’t over-do it, so that I’d have to re-do it. Let me save you some time…the right surgeon…no, make that the perfect plastic surgeon in the area, is Dr. Thomas A. Narsete. He not only had years of experience, he had an impeccable eye (check out his before and afters) for what would give me a natural and youthful looking, smoother, tighter, more defined neck. No other surgeon I consulted gave me the confidence to go ahead. Do yourself a favor and call Dr. Narsete for an appointment now.

It couldn’t be more right.

Breast Augmentation – I Kept Waiting for Them to Get Bigger.

Breast Augmentation: also known as augmentation mammoplasty — is a surgical procedure to increase breast size.


My cup never runneth over. Actually, I really don’t need to wear a bra at all (unless I’m doing something sheer.) “A”, is really a joke, a ploy to keep small breasted women feel some sense of false security…a teeny, tiny step above a training bra. Does it bother me? Uh, how about in clothes, bathing suits, and naked? Forget about it. And I’m not just talking about naked-with-a-man-naked. But just looking at myself in the mirror. Which I keep hoping will magically reflect even a “B”.


The world is filled with boob men. Not laughing, ladies? There are more than 430 Hooters locations and franchises around the world. That’s a lot of hooters being served up. There was actually a study that showed waitresses with larger breasts got bigger tips. And you can bet it’s not because of the service. My breasts, on the other hand, are absolutely flauntless. Sporting a pair of gawkable girls isn’t my goal, though. I’d just like a size that I can personally hoot “hooray” for.


After a Google burn out, I discovered a lot of Lilliputian-breast-sized woman like me, think there are ways to increase their bust size naturally. There are certainly a lot of promises being bandied about everywhere that strike hope. Strike out, is more like it. Consider some of these frightening fantasies my search unleashed:

“Tighten Sagging Breast in Just 5 Days Using Toothpaste.” No Joke. So claims a blogger who swears that mixing up a combo of toothpaste, flour, egg whites, and cucumber and applying it to your breasts will firm up your boobs. (Over 3 million views on this one!)

And it goes on…

There’s breast enlargement gum

Breast enlargement patches

Breast enlargement cookies (yes, stop laughing…)

And are you ready for this one? Breast enhancement ringtones for your phone. (Couldn’t make this one up if we tried.) Hopefully, hopefully, “insanity” is what you’re thinking. (You should be.)


You’ll never look like them. You’ll never have their Angels’ breasts, even in your dreams. No matter how much you spend, lingerie still leaves you lacking. Underwires are overrated. Push-ups still need something to push up. And to add insult to injury, you’ll never grace the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. My breasts will never be runway ready.


I’ve thought a lot about getting my breasts enhanced for a long time. But I have violent fear of the results screaming “fake!!!!”  It would be nice to have men look, but not to make them transfixed on what’s obviously not real. The only real judge I want, is me. Finding the right plastic surgeon was everything. And fortunately I found him – Dr. Thomas A. Narsete. He wasn’t about feeding me false illusions or pushing the “bigger is better” myth on me. He spoke to me about my expectations, and explained how breast implants would look different on every woman, depending on their height and weight. Unlike anyone else I saw for a consult, Dr. Narsete was the only one I trusted to have the eye to know what would look most natural for me. So I had the surgery and loved what I saw. If you feel like I did, call Dr. Narsete for an appointment right now.

It couldn’t get more real.

Otoplasty – Big Ears Are Real Bummers

Otoplasty: ear surgery, or ear pinning, also known as otoplasty, can improve the shape, position or proportion of the ear. It can correct a defect in the ear structure that is present at birth, or it can treat misshapen ears caused by injury.

“Not just droopy, goofy.”

The chinese believe that people who have big ears are unusually lucky in life. Lucky? Loser would be more like it. Oversize ears have made me over-embarrassed my whole life. Dumbo, yodo, the elves of rivendell in lord of the rings…I feel like a combination of every ear cartoon character there is. “Oh, but look at spock”, some would say. Cool. Yeah, but his aren’t real. Spock gets paid beaucoup bucks and gets to dump his dumbos after the last “cut!” Of the day. “well, look at will smith,” some would say. His ears make him look goofy. Yeah, but he’s famous and has jada pinkett smith. My big ears are famous, too. Famously foul. (not too strong a description to me.)

“Another bully heard from.”

Hear ye, hear ye….

Believe me, I’ve heard it all. From the time I was little I’ve heard every cruel ear joke there is.;

Yourears are so big, it’s like a car with the doors open.

Your ears are so big, you can probably hear the sun come up.

Your ears are so big, bet you can hear people’s thoughts.

Your ears are so big, you make bunnies cry.

Your ears are so big, elephants laugh at you.

Yeah, sure…big joke, hilarious…except for me, they’ve never been a laughing matter. More like torment, torture, agony, a thesaurus-full of horror. My tormentors were ruthless. Believe me, you never get resilient to ridicule.

“Has anyone ever heard of ear envy?”

Haven’t you ever looked at someone and wished you had their body? Their mark zuckerberg or kylie jenner (come on, a billionaire at 20?) Success? Their charisma? Sexual attraction? Trips to botswana? Their uncanny resemblance to the new duke or duchess of sussex? You’d be lying if you said you never had. But their ears? On what planet? Those unenviable ears are the ones I’ve been stuck with. They’re not just big, but they hang, and inside, they’re like big dark caverns. People might not point, but I know they’re thinking they’re glad they’re not me. (You’ll never hear “I never noticed”, without their noses doing a pinocchio.) And speaking of noses (for a change), big, lopsided ears can make your psyche take a huge nosedive. My self-esteem? None. My self-worth? Nada. My self-confidence? Not a drop. My insecurity? Off the richter scale.

“If I hear “no one is perfect” one more time…”

My strong point is my strange point. I’ve got these little ears that make my head look crazy big. I’ve been told they can be hereditary. If that’s true, I’m drowning in the ear gene pool. The reason why, doesn’t change the fact that is. You should see pictures of me when I was only five. Cute, wouldn’t be an apt adjective. And from all the research I’ve done (whoa, the wonders of wi-fi), you don’t grow into them. They say love is blind. If that’s true, my parents are living proof. Totally blind, sans canes. They always told me I was wonderful the way I was. The point is, I wish my parents had done someone when I was young. I wish they saw how miserable my mini ears made me.

“There’s no magic pill to fix them.”

No hairstyles, no ear exercises, no amount of camouflage can hide the fact that your ears aren’t what you want them to be. (and believe me, I’ve tried. And tried. And tried.) That they’re too big, or too small, or stick out, or well, you know what I’m talking about. I never knew that having ear surgery was an option like getting a facelift or nose job. It wasn’t something anyone ever talked about. I thought a lifetime of tears was the only solution. Until I heard that ear surgery could correct the size of the ear, the position or proportion. I wanted it yesterday, but I wasn’t about to hand over my ears to just anyone. I did serious research, wanting to find the best plastic surgeon in the denver area. And lucky for me, I found Dr. Thomas A. Narsete. He had years of expertise and experience in performing all types of procedures, among them, ear surgery. It wasn’t a matter of just doing it, but doing it right. Doing it safely. The first time I met with him, I knew he was the one. He answered all my questions and really put my mind at ease. So I did it. And the results were beyond anything I could imagine. It changed my whole face. If this sounds like you, make an appointment to see Dr. Narsete now.

You’ll be grinning from ear to ear.

Chin Augmentation, Chin Reduction – “I Hate the Chin I’m In”

Chin Augmentation: a medical procedure also known as genioplasty to augment a receding chin.

Chin Reduction: a medical procedure also known as mentoplasty to reduce the chin.


Any way you look at it, my chin’s no winner. All the insults hurled at me over the years have left my self-esteem with some serious scars. It’s been an ongoing battle. I’ve been called every name you could imagine. And some you couldn’t, they were so mean. “The No-Chin Champion.” “The Chinless Wonder.” “Chinslide”. I never have to wonder what everyone is thinking. It’s that obvious. Instead of beautifully contoured, it’s like my chin is made of silly putty, flowing right into my neck.” Chin-neck” (that was a good one). It’s really hard to put on a brave face with this chin.


Someone once commented on my chin wattle. Chin wattle? Isn’t that what they call Turkey Neck? Not something I really wanted to know, but I had to know. With unbridled frenzy I hit my iPad.  It was a Wiki wake-up-call an entire bottle of Raspberry Vodka couldn’t erase; “Chin wattle: a fleshy, wrinkled fold of skin hanging down from the throat or chin of certain birds, reptiles and mammals”. Lizards? Goats? Horses? Elephants? Me? Fact is, only humans have chins. Why, oh why, does mine have to be wattled?


Even in junior high when hickeys were high on the must to-do list, I lost out. My weak excuse for a chin didn’t exactly bestow me with “he’s hot.” The older I got, the worse I looked. Living chinless makes my nose look bigger and my teeth, seriously buck. They say love is blind, but it’s hard to be blind to a chin that’s so glaringly missing. Hardly manly. And hard to accept. In my mind, it’s a real kiss-off.


Nose, OK. Eyes, good. Not too sure about my butt. But my chin? A huge hit on my ego. It’s pointy and permanently up. Hopeless, is the first thing that comes to mind the first time I look in the mirror in the morning.  I can’t face that face. It would give the Wicked Witch of the West a run for the money. Think ski slope. Think wanting to go through life without anyone looking at your puss in profile. Think wanting to hibernate.


Just when I was ready to give up, a friend gave me the number of one of the most skilled, experienced, and trusted plastic surgeons in the Denver area – Dr. Thomas A. NarseteSurgery? Just the thought of it gave me shakes. But just the thought of living with my chin the way it was, wasn’t something I could bear. So I met with Dr. Narsete and it was the best thing I could have done. During my consultation I was able to talk openly with him about what I could expect, and after thoroughly evaluating my facial anatomy, he recommended the best procedure to meet my goals.He took the time to explain how a chin implant could lift my whole face, giving it balance and definition and even make me look younger. Which made my decision to make an appointment on the spot, the best decision ever. Schedule a consultation now with Dr. Narsete. It won’t just lift your spirits, it’ll let you hold your whole head high.

Blepharoplasty – Who stole my eyes?

Blepharoplasty: Blepharoplasty or eyelid surgery, is a procedure, performed on the upper or lower lids or both, that removes fat deposits, excess tissue or muscle to improve and rejuvenate the appearance of the eyelids.

“Droopy, Wrinkled, Crepey…I’m A Real Vision.”

Those aren’t my eyes; it’s like I’m staring into one of those mirrors in a fun house that distorts everything. The closer I look, the worse it looks. And those aren’t fine lines. There’s nothing in the world ‘fine’ about them.  It’s like my eyes are young on top, old on the bottom, the right out of proportion to the left, kind of making my whole face look out of proportion. The way my eyes look in the morning, I want to go back and hide under the covers. But they’re there all the time. Permanently ugly. I don’t know how else to say it. Wearing sunglasses to work doesn’t seem to be a viable option.

“Looks Aren’t Deceiving.”

I was in the mall with my girlfriend on the way to do some serious shoe buying damage, when this guy hyping supposedly “magical” skin creams appears out of nowhere. (You know who they are.) Anyway, he was right on me, trying to shove a sample in my hands. Usually I blow past them, but he says, “I have something that will really help your puffy eyes.” Indignantly laughing, (and a bit challenging if I have to admit it) I I turn to my friend…puffy eyes…I don’t have puffy eyes…do I? With just a beat-too-long, hesitant silence, she told me that of course I didn’t. That my eyes were beautiful. Which immediately told me that there was some truth in it. Denial wasn’t going to cut it.

“50, Going On 70.”

I like to think I take care of myself. I guzzle water and imbibe my fair share of green smoothies. I am seriously athletic, and while it might not be 6-pack, I do have abs. But my eyes…a whole thing altogether. One look in a mirror and I feel like I’m looking at my father. My eyes not only look old, but make me feel absolutely geriatric. They sag big time. And I have these dark circles…Deep grooves under your eyes is not a good look. Gravity has become my mortal enemy. These are eyes for some serious seniors.

“It’s Hard to Apply Makeup When You Can’t See Where to Put It.”

We spend Taj Mahal fortunes on makeup. We Amazon Prime every new product. We Instagram everything that has to do with looking Red Carpet and perennially young . And by “we”, I’m right in there. I buy into the promises. But who am I kidding? Makeup stopped shaping and contouring my eyes a long time ago. Now makeup just sticks in the lines and creases. Mascara gets all over my upper lids which now actually sag. My eyes end up a mess instead of amazing. Which doesn’t exactly make me feel confident going anywhere. My husband assures me the no-makeup, clean face Alicia Keys look would look great on me. I love him, so I refrain from telling him he’s crazy.

“There’s an art to doing eyes.”

I’ve done the research. There are a lot of reasons for having cosmetic eyelid surgery; if you have excess, hanging skin covering the natural fold of the upper eyelids,if your upper and lower eyelids appear puffy, making your eyes look tired and aged,if you have deep grooves under your eyes…Sometimes it’s not for even for cosmetic reasons, but because sagging skin starts to impair your vision. I definitely fit in there somewhere. And it more than bothered me. I just felt horrible about myself. OK, so vanity plays a part here. I admit it. It got to the point I knew I wanted my eyes done. But not just by anyone. For me it wasn’t just about finding a plastic surgeon, but finding the right plastic surgeon. I did my research there, too, and it led me straight to Dr. Thomas A. Narsete. He spent a lot of time with me and really put me as ease. His years of experience and skill clearly showed in the results I saw. But he also assured me that those results were about being subtle, not seriously and frighteningly drastic. I trusted that he had a real eye as to what was right for me, and so….

I got even more than I hoped for. You know you have a great surgeon when people notice how rested and refreshed you look without knowing how you got that look. Isn’t that what you want? So what are you waiting for? Make an appointment to see Dr. Narsete about eyelid surgery now.

If there’s an art to doing eyes, he is definitely a master artist.

Rhinoplasty – There’s no way to hide it.

Rhinoplasty: Often called “nose job”, rhinoplasty is a facial cosmetic procedure usually performed to enhance the appearance or reconstruct the nose.


There it is, smack in the middle of your face. Too big, too small, hooked, bulbous, a really big bump. Crooked, tip pinched, nostrils super noticeable, the end hanging down. There are a lot of different nose types, but a lot of them definitely not pretty. I fall into that category. When I laugh or smile, my nose spreads across my face. It’s blatantly obvious. Not just to me, but to everyone. It doesn’t matter that I have beautiful eyes or my thick hair gleams…my nose is the first thing people see. And the last thing they forget.


It’s nothing to joke about and yet noses are alwaystargets for insensitive wise cracks and one liners. Believe me, I’ve heard them all. All my life. “You must be able to smell really, really well.” “When you stop to smell the flowers, are they afraid? “ “Would Ancestry DNA turn up some elephants in your closet?It not only hurts, there are times they’ve made me cry. Over the years I’ve come up with a fewgood comebacksWhen I hear, “my, what a big nose you have,”  I retort with lines like, “my, what a big mouth you have.” But does it make me feel any better? Don’t think so.


Like any parent, my daughter is endlessly beautiful in my husband’s and my eyes. But she can’t pull herself away from the mirror and we hear here crying in her room. “You don’t understand”, she challenges us. “I look hideous.” As if being a teenager isn’t emotional enough. We want to support her, but as concerned parents we’ve been doing some research that said teens should not have a nose job until the nose has reached its adult size. This normally happens at about age 15 or 16 for girls. It usually happens a year or so later for boys. Their expectations have to be realistic, not just because they hate face-timing.


People think deviated septums are a joke…just an excuse to get your nose done. I played a lot of sports when I was younger and broke my nose more than once. Again, people just shake their heads and laugh. The point is, gender equality works both ways. I’m over the stigma that says it’s only for women. I admit it, I want to look more attractive. Overall, it’s not really vanity, I just want to look like a better version of myself. Who isn’t insecure about some part of their body? With me, it’s my nose.


I want a change, but I’ve been terrified that I’ll look worse after than before. You’d think a rhinoplasty would be easy since so many are done. But rhinoplasty is a complex and challenging operation in that the nose has to match the rest of the face. You can’t change one thing without balancing it out. A millimeter or two can make a huge difference in the result. OK, this scared me. Until I met with plastic surgeon Dr. Thomas A.Narsete, who has had years of training and experience in this type of procedure. His reputation was well known, and looking at his “before and afters”, I could see why. He was concerned with my feelings, answering my questions and putting me totally at ease.  I had the surgery and couldn’t believe what a huge effect it had on my appearance. Not to mention self-esteem. Make an appointment with Dr. Narsete now to find out for yourself. The answer is right in front of your nose.

Tummy Tuck Surgery – My Belly Fat’s Just Too Much to Stomach.

Tummy Tuck: Tummy Tuck Surgery, also known as abdominoplasty, removes excess fat and skin from the abdomen, and, in most cases, restores weakened or separated muscles creating an abdominal profile that is smoother and firmer.


I admit it…I let myself get huge, really huge. The thing is, you’re supposed to be eating for 2, but I ate like I was expecting quints. Instead of the 25 or so pounds my doctor said I should gain, I did like… 45 plus. Each time I was pregnant. Which was three. I have the most wonderful kids in the world, but my last, was my last. It left my stomach…well…believe me, you don’t want to see what’s under my sweats. I don’t want to live in a belly binder, I just want a better belly.


There’s fat. And fatter. And chubby…and soft and jiggly and…I don’t even remember what normal is. My skin really hangs over where I had a C-section. I feel like my neighbor’s Shar-Pei. Except not cute. Skinny jeans? Fat Chance. My stomach isn’t just hanging over, it’s stubbornly standing (or more disgustingly) sitting its ground. It’s persistent. Resistant to all and everything I try to do to dump it. What need is Flab Blasters. If such a thing existed.


I’d say I’m a realistic guy. I don’t have a Rock or Zac Ephron or Channing Tatum complex. Working out even an hour or two seems plenty, if I put myself into it. I really work it.  Should give my gut some shape…right? But for me, just running on the treadmill feels like being in a Bouncy House. My pooch is just pathetic. My confidence gone. Getting a Tummy Tuck isn’t really vanity as much as wanting to look better, and yes, feel sexier. (Who doesn’t want that if they were to really admit it?) Come on, guys, raise your hands…


I look in the mirror and it’s “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s got the most grotesque stomachof them all?”  I just want to stay in my closet and brood. (Which, of course, does absolutely nothing.) I just feel like I just can’t bare it anymore. And I’m certainly not brave enough to literally bare any of it. (Naked is nasty.) I googled (a national addiction) post-partum and other unbecomingly bloated looking bellies and there were plenty of women it seems, who claim to be proud of their stretch-marked pudges. I’m not one of them. I look at my gut, and feel like I’m doomed.


I had thought about getting a Tummy Tuck for as long as my stomach stuck out like a balloon. But it was a big step, and I wanted some answers. My trainer at the gym told me, flat out, the only plastic surgeon to see was Dr. Thomas A. Narsete. Beyond his skill and expertise, he spent a lot of time with me explaining how a Tummy Tuck is a safe, viable way to turn a round, unattractive, protruding abdomen into a flat, sculpted one, improving the front and profile appearance. How it could also minimize the bulging waistline and reduces tummy circumference. He made sure I understood that it wasn’t a jump-start or quick fix and that there were no miraculous transformations. I got it. And I went ahead and got the surgery. Find out how Dr. Narsete can help you. Call now for an appointment. It will be a huge relief. Promise.

Face Lift – All This Skin’s Gotta Go.

Face Lift – A face lift (or rhytidectomy), is a surgical procedure that is the most comprehensive approach to treating deep facial wrinkles and dramatically loose, deflated sagging skin caused by aging.


I know that as you age, your skin gets thinner and droops in a way that could make anyone scream. But I also know (my friends and I always talk about it) that the problem isn’t just the curse of gravity. It could be heredity. Could be. But it could also be how you’ve lived. I admit it; I was a sun worshipper — baby oil and no SPF anything. Now, SPFs are going through the ceiling. So I got way more than a healthy dose of damaging rays. Now it’s like my whole face has deflated. My husband says he doesn’t see it. “You look fine.” Fine? Maybe that’s why they say love is blind. Time to visit Dr. Narsete about a Face lift.


“Whhaaat?” Did some unknowingly cruel Millennial just call me “ma’am”? My heart sunk. I got home and flew to the mirror, rose colored glassed tossed to the floor. What’s wrong with this picture? I smile and the wrinkles deepen. I try to laugh about it, but my laugh lines make me want to cry. And stress? It’s impossible to hide your emotions; you just got divorced, maybe lost your job, your son moved halfway across the country taking the loves-of-your-life grandchildren. You do look like a ma’am. You feel like one. No one wants to age, but the point is, our faces tell a different story. If that’s the case, I want my ending to be a happy one. No, ecstatic.


Why in the world don’t people get it that men age, too.? That we look in the mirror and don’t recognize the person with the sagging skin looking back at them. My skin sags, my ego sags with it. If I tell anyone I’m thinking of getting a face lift they think I’m crazy. Which make me crazy. My daughter is getting married and I don’t want to walk her down the aisle looking like the Grandfather of the bride. And have you ever looked at those wedding albums? Not flattering. Age really stares you in the face. “Alexa…play my ‘young’ mix, and while you’re at it, take some years off, will ya?” If only.


I hate when people telling me I look tired. They say there’s nothing a good 8 hours won’t do for you. I can get a solid 10 and wake up looking like an insomniac. I certainly don’t look relaxed, refreshed or rested. I just look old, my old tight skin and contours gone. Even though I hate it, I’m realistic about it. I’m never going to be 20 again…or 30…you get the idea. It’s just that I look a lot older than I feel. Young? I’d just go for more youthful. What I desperately need, is an outlook upgrade. The lift you get from having a facelift. I’ve seen what a good one can do, and I want it. For me. Believe it, this isn’t the face I want to face the future with.


O.K. The decision is made. I want to get a facelift. But the real decision is the plastic surgeon I want to do it. Face lift surgery Is a complex procedure that requires extensive knowledge in facial anatomy, a very specific skill set of surgical techniques, and a highly-developed eye for aesthetic detail. Which narrowed it down to Dr. Thomas A. Narsete. When I went in for a consult (and in truth, I went to get several others) I knew he was the surgeon I could trust not to make my face scream “Face lift!” He explained the differences between fillers and face lifts (believe me, I asked) and answered all my questions. The biggest of which, was “When?” I scheduled my surgery immediately.

Call for an appointment now. Your beautiful “after is waiting.

Lip Augmentation – “Sensual lips don’t look like these.”

LIP AUGMENTATION: (Also referred to as lip enhancement) is a technique that aims to alter the appearance of the lips by increasing their fullness while decreasing lines using fillers or implants.

“I admit it, I suffer from lip envy.”

I look in the mirror and think “ugh, are those really my lips?” They are so thin that my upper lip almost disappears. Not attractive. I feel like the poster child for “before” pictures in plastic surgeons’ before and after sample books. I’m not old. But I feel like my lips are aging by the minute. (I do a lot of staring in mirrors.) I’ve been told I have beautiful eyes. Never once has anyone complimented me on my lips. I mean they all have to notice my lips, they’re just too polite to say anything. When I say I’m envious of other people’s lips, I’m not talking celebrities most likely enhanced puckers and sexy pouts. I just want lips that look fuller and smoother and fit my face.

“To say my lips are under-plump is understatement.”

Actually, there’s more; they look out of proportion. One side goes up so I look lopsided. It’s worse when I smile. I look like I’ve got this goofy grin. Smile?  I could cry. I’ve always had them and always hated them. I even got teased about them in school. Lip shaming. I begged my parents to do something about them and got the old “you’re beautiful the way you are…you’re just imagining it.” There were a lot of tears over it, but I had to live with them. I never stopped feeling self-conscious. And as to self-esteem? What self-esteem? I dated, but most first dates never went anywhere. I was sure it was how my lips made my whole face look, but I think my negative attitude might have played a big part in it. Now that I’m older, I going to do something about it. It’s my decision. I’m just a little afraid they’ll end up over-plumped.

“I used lip liner to the point of looking ludicrous.”

When you’ve got really thin lips, or lips that look too small for your face (well, actually, any face), you can also get these disgusting little wrinkles. Which make your lips look like there’s no real lip line. I’d go into one of these makeup places with brand after brand of makeup choices. I bet if I counted, there would be at least 100 different lip liner choices. Enough to make me freeze, until a friendly salesperson (sometimes a guy) would notice and ask if I needed help. Help? I needed a lip lifebuoy. So I sit in a chair and prepare to have my lips made luscious. Somehow they picked from dozens of samples sitting at their station, and went at my lips like Renoir. They outlined them to look larger…even add a bow…filled them in with lipstick…and I left with 5 different colors and brands to the tune of a hundred bucks. Ask if I was able to do what they did myself once I got home.

“The old hand-over-your-mouth trick never fooled anyone.”

You might have seen television commercials where people hide their mouths so as not to see their yellow or ugly teeth. You never hear them talking about hiding their lips. But hand over mouth has long been my MO, especially when I am up close with someone, like having dinner out, or gossiping and laughing over extra dry martinis. Laughing only makes it worse. I could be smiling, and it comes across as frowning. Try having a meaningful conversation while holding your hand over your mouth. And you can’t keep your napkin to your lips while you’re trying to shove that sushi in. I’m not fooling anyone. I probably just look like a fool. And anything I did makeup-wise before going out, got wiped off immediately. I want desperately to draw attention to my lips, just not in the wrong way. I’m out of tricks. I need real help.

“Happy isn’t half of it.”

Once I decided to do what they call lip enhancement (googled it), I knew deciding on the right plastic surgeon to do it was crucial. I was terrified of ending up with hard-as-a-rock duck lips. Someone I trusted to talk about it, referred me to Dr. Thomas A. Narsete. He put me at ease the minute I met him. He really analyzed my face and asked me about my goals. All I told him is that I wanted more natural, fuller, soft lips. Nothing drastic. He got it, and reassured me that even making them just a bit fuller could make a big difference in my whole face. If I had any questions, I learned that he uses the latest technology and tools to deliver the best results. He had even written papers about it. I was in. And now my lips are everything I wanted and more. I was ecstatic with the results. He was absolutely the best choice. I couldn’t recommend him more. This is someone you can trust.

And that’s not just paying lip service.

Call for an appointment today. You’ll be more than happy you did.