Many of us find flaws in our looks or want to stop the aging process. In such cases, we might turn to plastic surgery. However, these procedures don’t always guarantee that the results will be to our liking. Some celebrities have faced these problems too, and they’ve admitted to regretting going under the knife, preferring to not repeat the same mistake in the future.
1. Simon Cowell
“There was a stage where I might have gone a bit too far. I saw a picture of me from ’before’ the other day and didn’t recognize it as me, first of all,” the TV personality admitted last year. Since then, Simon Cowell vowed to never use fillers again and is trying to regain his natural looks. Cowell also confessed that he had overdone it with Botox when he tried the procedure, stating that he currently prefers more simple facials.
2. Cameron Diaz
Cameron Diaz is another Hollywood star who had Botox regrets. “It changed my face in such a weird way that I was like, ’No, I don’t want to be like that,’ — I’d rather see my face aging than a face that doesn’t belong to me at all,” the actress said. Since then, Diaz has fully embraced the natural aging process, especially her laugh lines, which, according to her, only prove that she has “smiled her whole life.”
3. Anna Faris
Unsatisfied with her thin lips, Anna Faris turned to fillers to make them look plumper. And although she never went overboard, she came to later regret the procedures, as she couldn’t go back to her original lip shape. On the other hand, the actress doesn’t regret the breast augmentation that she also had around the same time.
4. Jamie Lee Curtis
After constantly being told she had puffy eyes, Jamie Lee Curtis decided to go under the knife and change their look. She’s also tried Botox, but was unsatisfied with the results in both cases. Nowadays, Curtis is a huge advocate of aging gracefully and has famously said, “Why do you want to look 17 when you’re 70? I want to look 70 when I’m 70.”
5. Heidi Montag
Years ago, people were shocked to find out that Heidi Montag underwent 10 procedures in a single day. Because of so many surgeries in a very short period of time, her health also suffered. “I wish I had waited and not made a decision so young because I have long-term health complications,” she admitted years later, adding, “Plastic surgery isn’t something that should be glorified. Take it seriously.”
6. Reid Ewing
Before rising to fame as part of the cast of the successful sitcom, Modern Family, Reid Ewing felt dissatisfied with his looks and thought that changing them would help his career as well. In total, Ewing had 8 cosmetic procedures and later came to regret all of them. “I wish I could go back and undo all the surgeries. Now I can see that I was fine to begin with and didn’t need the surgeries after all.”
7. Jane Fonda
Jane Fonda opened up about getting a facelift, but also added that she’s not proud of it. The actress also decided to never undergo plastic surgery again, scared that she would end up looking “distorted.” Since then, Fonda has preferred to take care of herself in a simpler and more natural manner. “I don’t spend a lot of money on face creams or anything like that, but I stay moisturized, I sleep, I move, I stay out of the sun, and I have good friends who make me laugh,” she said.
8. Bella Hadid
Last year, the supermodel finally cleared up plastic surgery rumors when she admitted to having had a nose job when she was only 14 years old. Hadid confessed that when she was a teenager, she felt very insecure about her looks, and being the younger sister of Gigi Hadid didn’t help that. However, she now thinks she could have learned to love the nose she was born with and regrets changing it.
9. Melissa Gilbert
The Little House on the Prairie star had a breast augmentation and a nose job, as well as some Botox and fillers. But in more recent years, Gilbert decided to remove her breast implants and embrace her natural looks instead. “I had my breast implants removed, and I’m no longer doing fillers or Botox because I’m a 53-year-old woman, and I’m trying to embrace this process of aging,” she said back in 2018.
Have you ever considered plastic surgery? What do you think about these procedures?
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My Neighbors Left a Note That Shattered My Heart — My Granddaughter Discovered It and Gave Them a Learning Experience
The music I played on my piano was my last link to my late husband. But cruel neighbors shattered that joy with a hurtful message on my wall. When my granddaughter found out, she made things right, leaving those entitled neighbors scratching their heads.
“Oh, Jerry, did you love it today, darling?” I asked softly, the last notes of “Clair de Lune” filling my cozy living room as my fingers lifted from the ivory piano keys. My eyes fixed on the framed photo of my late husband, Jerry. His kind eyes seemed to twinkle back at me, just as they had for over fifty years of our marriage…
Willie, my tabby cat, stretched lazily near my feet, purring contentedly. I reached down to scratch behind his ears, feeling the familiar ache in my chest as I carefully lifted Jerry’s photo.
“I miss you so much, darling. It’s been five years, but sometimes… sometimes it feels like yesterday.”
Pressing a gentle kiss to the cool glass, I whispered, “Time for dinner, my love. I’ll play your favorite before bed, okay? ‘Moon River,’ just like always.”
As I set the frame back down, I could almost hear Jerry’s warm chuckle. “You spoil me, Bessie,” he’d say, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
I shuffled towards the kitchen, pausing to look back at the piano, my constant companion these past 72 years.
“What would I do without you?” I murmured, running my hand along its polished surface.
That night, as I lay in bed, I whispered into the darkness, “Goodnight, Jerry. I’ll see you in my dreams.”
The next morning, I was lost in Chopin’s “Nocturne in E-flat major” when a sharp rap on my window startled me. My fingers stumbled, the music cutting off abruptly.
A red-faced man glared at me through the glass. He was my new neighbor.
“Hey, lady!” he shouted, his voice muffled. “Cut out that racket! You’re keeping the whole neighborhood awake with your pathetic plinking!”
I stared at him, shocked. “I… I’m so sorry,” I stammered, even as a small voice in my head protested. It was barely 11 a.m., and none of my other neighbors had ever complained before.
The man stomped away, leaving me trembling. I closed the lid of the piano, my sanctuary suddenly feeling tainted.
The next day, I closed all the windows before sitting down to play. The music felt muffled and constrained, but I hoped it would keep the peace.
I was barely ten minutes into Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata” when my doorbell rang insistently. With a heavy heart, I answered it.
A woman with pinched features glared at me. “Listen here, old lady,” she spat. “The grave’s calling, and you’re still banging on that piano? Cut the noise, or I’ll report you to the HOA!”
It was only then that I understood she was my new neighbor’s wife.
I felt like I’d been slapped. “I… I closed all the windows,” I said weakly.
“Well, it’s not enough!” she snapped, turning on her heel. “Quit making noise with your stupid piano!”
I slumped against the door frame, tears welling in my eyes. “Oh, Jerry,” I whispered. “What do I do?”
I could almost hear his voice, gentle but firm. “You play, Bessie. You play your heart out. Don’t stop… for anyone.”
But as I sat at the piano, my fingers hovering over the keys, I couldn’t bring myself to press down.
Days passed, and I tried everything. I taped cardboard over the windows, played only in short bursts, even considered moving the piano to the basement where it might not be heard.
But nothing seemed to satisfy my new neighbors, the Grinches, as I’d started calling them in my head.
The thought of being separated from my cherished instrument, even by a flight of stairs, made my heart ache. This piano wasn’t just an object; it was an extension of my soul, a living connection to Jerry and our life together.
Forgetting about those bothersome neighbors for a moment, I lost myself in the music as I played the piano that night.
The next morning, I stepped outside to tend to my small herb garden. The sight that greeted me stopped me cold.
The cruel words “SHUT UP!” were spray-painted across the wall in angry red letters.
I sank to my knees and wept. “Jerry, I can’t do this anymore.”
That day, for the first time in decades, I didn’t touch my piano.
As night fell, I sat in Jerry’s armchair, clutching his photo. “I’m so sorry, my love. I just don’t have the strength to fight anymore.”
The shrill ring of the telephone startled me from my thoughts. I fumbled for the receiver.
“Hello?”
“Mom? It’s me,” my son Jacob’s warm voice filled the line. “How are you doing?”
I swallowed hard, fighting back tears. “Oh, I’m fine, sweetie. Just a quiet day at home.”
There was a pause. “Mom, you don’t sound fine. Is everything alright?”
I sighed, debating whether to burden him with my troubles. “It’s nothing, really. Just… some issues with the new neighbors.”
“Issues? What kind of issues?”
I found myself spilling everything… the complaints, the threats, the vandalism.
“I don’t know what to do anymore, honey. I feel so… lost.”
“Oh, Mom, why didn’t you tell me sooner? We could have helped.”
“I didn’t want to worry you. You have your own life, your own problems.”
“Mom, you’re never a burden. Never. Your music has brought joy to so many people over the years. Remember all those Christmas parties? The school recitals you played for? You’re not a nuisance… you’re a treasure.”
“Listen, I’m going to call Melissa. She’s closer. Maybe she can come check on you. And we’ll figure this out together, okay?” Jacob finished.
As I hung up the phone, I felt a small flicker of hope. Maybe I wasn’t alone in this after all.
Days crawled by. My piano sat untouched, gathering dust. I felt like a part of me was withering away.
One evening, a loud knock startled me from my melancholy. I opened the door to find my granddaughter Melissa standing there, her face glowing with a warm smile.
“Surprise, Nana!” she exclaimed, enveloping me in a tight hug.
As she pulled back, her eyes widened in horror. “Nana, who did this to your wall?”
I burst into tears, the whole story spilling out between sobs. Melissa’s expression darkened with each word.
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