Look at the following pictures:
What is the first thing you notice?
Obviously, some are better than others—that’s already a given. There are some showing mostly-frontal shorts, side portraits, heightened or slanted angles, and there are some that doesn’t capture my entire face at all. These are candid shots taken on the fly, without editing or any alteration. I have not worn makeup, I have not altered lighting or contrast, and I have not tried to change any part of me, regardless of whatever medium of technology that may come to your mind. These images have not been altered. These images are all me.
Many people are either surprised or settled to hear that I am afflicted with a mental disorder known as Dysmorphia. Classified as an anxiety disorder that usually blossoms into social anxiety, Dymsorphia (or Body Dysmorphic Disorder) is a condition in which the afflicted individual has an overt obsession or an anxiety about their physical appearance. This obsession or anxiety can lie within many areas, though perhaps the most common perceived areas are the face, skin, hair and weight. However, Dysmorphia is not limited to the facial characteristics or overall weight of the individual. This is what makes it an extremely troubling thing to deal with, much less treat.
Do you think you know about this?
Chances are, you probably do.
Perhaps the most famous (or infamous) known case of undiagnosed but likely Body Dysmorphic Disorder lies within the case of Heidi Montag. Star of the hit television series The Hills, Montag came to heightened media attention after undergoing ten plastic surgery procedures at a time. Astronomically, you can only imagine how much she had to have spent on the procedures themselves, but to have them all at once? It must have cost thousands, if not millions of dollars to have this done.
To show an example of Dysmorphia on a more graphic scale, I present to you a before-and-after comparison of Heidi Montag, whom I believe to have the disorder based on the amount of change she made to her body.

Mini brow lift; Botox in forehead and frown area; nose job revision; fat injections in cheeks, nasolabial folds and lips; chin reduction; neck liposuction; ears pinned back; breast augmentation revision; liposuction on waist, hips and inner and outer thighs; buttock augmentation.
What you see above is perhaps the most commercialized example of not only plastic surgery, but Dysmorphia in recent media history. In an interview conducted with The Huffington Post, Montag is quoted as saying that she ‘had a lot of insecurities as a kid’ and that she ‘was the ugly duckling before surgery.’
In a world where we want to look as perfect as possible, it’s not surprising that plastic surgery has seemingly become the answer to the physical problems we perceive ourselves to have. It’s so readily available that almost anyone can go into a surgeon’s clinic, ask about a procedure, then have it done that week, or maybe even the next day. A question begs to be asked with this thought in mind—If you could do it, would you?
My answer?
Yes—I would do it.
Why?
Let me give you a slight breakdown of the flaws I myself am uncomfortable with, starting with the pictured, then to the unseen.
The seen
1. My acne. My face is scarred by acne in ways that pictures can’t capture. Due to the flash that is required to capture the image, much of my facial scarring is unseen. I can assure you though, the bumps, slights and ridges that cover my face are obviously there.
2. My eyebrow muscles. They bulge out in an unslightly manner that is most obvious when looking at me from a side angle. It’s most easily seen above my eyebrows, where the muscle can easily be seen literally bulging out of my face.
3. My lips. Though I have a natural attraction to my lips due to the fact that they are larger and slightly shapely, my main insecurity lies in the fact that they are easily chapped. Due to past use of the acne drug Acutane, I have inherited the lingering side affect of chapped lips. Once my lips become dry, they swell due to the constant moisture that is constantly trying to be absorbed. Because of this, my lips take on a bloated appearance, and also become easy spots for acne to appear.
4. My smile/frown lines. Coupled with facial scarring and the magic of the human body,the lines around my mouth have become characterized with age, that of which I think is rather unnatractive.
5. My chin fat. Due to my past (and current) battle with weight, as well as genetics, I have inherited a slight amount of chin fat, most of which has dissipated due to past dieting. The amount I still have is enough to bother me.
The unseen
6. My body hair. For the most part, I’m fine with it. In moderation, I even find it attractive, but I’ve inherited a rather ‘hairy’ gene that makes the moderation extremely difficult to control. From which side of my family, I can’t be sure, but it’s obvious enough to keep me from taking my shirt off (though that is also coupled with #7.) Shaving is futile, because hair follicles not only become infected, but turn into acne. It also grows so quickly shaving is practically useless. Oddly enough, it’s only the hair on my chest that I’m really bothered with.
7. My midsection. My chest, abdomen, stomach, hips and waist all have slight amounts of fact that I have been unable to simply diet off. No matter how much I’ve tried, I haven’t been able to get rid of it. This is likely due to the lack of exercise I get, though I’m hoping to improve this in the near future.
8. Body acne. I have a near-constant affliction with body acne. Whether I have underground infections on my chest, near my underarms, on my back or upper thighs, I have a problem that I cannot easily remedy. Cleanliness is my only resource I can use, along with creams.
9. Body scarring. My back is scarred nearly from top to bottom from body acne. I also have an unattractive scar on my left side due to a surgery I had when I was seven (to remove a penicillin shot which abscessed into an infection.)
10. Warts. I have a war on my pinky, my knee, my big toe on my right foot, as well as a cluster of them on the side of said big toe and the second little toe beside it. I have not been able to get them removed due to lack of funds to do so.
To say that I have problems with my body would be an understatement. Like everyone else, I feel insecure about particular aspects of my physical self that I wish I could change. My problem lies within the anxiety disorder that is Dysmorphia. Sometimes, when I look at the mirror, I think I’m the most attractive person I could possibly be. Other times, I look at myself and see a slob—a fat guy with acne and swollen fish lips. It’s a cycle that I go through every day, both physically and emotionally. As I’m typing this, I feel the fat at my midsection against my pants, I feel an acne sore on my left side near my underarm, and I feel the warts on my right foot. It’s a rather unsettling feeling to not only have flaws, but to feel them as well.
My current case of flaws has not come without my own battle though. At the end of 2007, after going through the most hellish experience of my life that previous summer, I began a crash dieting that basically entailed the removal of almost all sugar on my diet, from soda to junkfood. I weighed 210 pounds in this picture. Yes—that was me back in 2007. I have since lost the email account that allows me to access that Facebook account through a service provider switch. The flaws there are obvious. Three years ago, you would not have been able to put the current me and the old me side-by-side and said they were the same person. The changes are phenomenal, really—even I can say that.
In the end, there’s not much I can do about my personal appearance except work to keep myself as well managed as I can. I can loose weight, yes, and I can get the warts removed and the body hair managed, but the rest? The scars will remain, the lips, eyebrows and most likely chin fat will likely remained unchanged. Can I help that? Yes, and no. Plastic surgery is an option, and given the chance, I would use it to my full advantage, as is the case of my anxiety disorder (which I have been clinically diagnosed with, though not in the Dysmorphic category.) The most I can do at this point is live with myself as I am and work to what I can change.
Are flaws beautiful?
No, but they make us human.
Perception is an amazing, twisted thing—beautiful from a distance, wicked up close, it’s the rose of visual conscience that blooms, then dies in horribly awkward ways. It can make or break the things we see. Sometimes, though, it doesn’t just break them—it hits them with a hammer and leaves the mirror to be cracked.



