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LOCKDOWN HEALING is both convenient and discreet. Marino told me that many members of her celebrity clientele have had work done in the Plan fur den tag shirt In addition,I will do this past six months—“everything they’ve been waiting to do,” she says—precisely because they could recover in secret. That was my logic, too: Lara Devgan, M.D., the sought-after Upper East Side surgeon who removed my cyst, sewed up her teensy incision with a couture-worthy stitch, but the only person aside from me who got to appreciate her fine handiwork was my boyfriend; masks covered my sutures, and now they veil an angry-but-fading scar. The fact that many people’s connection to the world is through FaceTime may account for the sharp increase in rhinoplasties observed by surgeons such as Harvard’s Lin and Shaun Desai, M.D., assistant professor of facial plastic and reconstructive surgery at Johns Hopkins. “Because the phone selfie is so distorting—you see your nose as larger than it is, or misshapen—nose issues seem more urgent.” A barrage of increasingly triggering news updates has also certainly added to what Desai refers to as “a perfect storm of demand.” While it may not technically be true that we’ve all aged 10 years in the last 10 months (though a wide range of studies has shown that chronic stress can accelerate the aging process), it certainly does seem that way, especially when sleepless nights are followed by early-morning video conferences that magnify the bags under your eyes. “People aren’t going on vacation, they’re not eating out at restaurants, and they’re depressed and panicked and they want a pick-me-up,” theorizes Ali. Indeed, all the doctors I spoke with for this story mentioned this “feel good” factor.
I would also like to propose boredom as the Plan fur den tag shirt In addition,I will do this great un-analyzed cause of our current aesthetic-enhancement boom, and I’ll cite myself as Example A. Shocked out of my usual routine—work, travel, exercise, socializing, et cetera—I’ve had time to fixate on stuff like my non-dangerous, virtually invisible cyst. And once the cyst was gone, fixation shifted to my neck, where—over the course of umpteen Zoom calls—I’d noted a couple pale creases along my throat, which I promptly sought to address with a session of collagen-stimulating Morpheus8, a popular radio-frequency microneedling device at Ever/Body, where I was greeted at the door by a thermometer-wielding receptionist and guided to an ultra-sanitized treatment pod by a nurse practitioner wearing an enormous face shield (#pandemiclife). During the painful 45 minutes I was getting needled, I was not bored; but as soon as I left the clinic, I resumed my existential questioning of what I was going to do with the rest of my day, the rest of my strange year, the rest of my indeterminately on-hiatus life. Per usual, I set these thoughts aside, went home, and watched Dr. Pimple Popper.
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