I always figured if I got unhappy enough with my body, I could always hire someone to fix it, right? Kinda like when you’re living in a house and the floor starts to sag and you just call a handyman. And if the house is REALLY falling apart and a handyman can’t do the job, you go to the next level and call a tradesman like a plumber or something. And if the job ends up being too big for a tradesman, you call a general contractor. Simple, right?
So a couple months ago I had a consultation with a plastic surgeon. He declined the job and said, with the amount of remodeling I’d need, I’d have to call an architect and maybe even apply for a rezoning permit.