The media of today is a constant influence. Images of the ideal job, a stunning home or automobile, and a flawless smile with brilliant white teeth are all around us.
The ideals that so many women measure themselves to today—thanks to the fashion industry—are the most important issue.
For many women, it begins early in life. Some, as small children, receive their very first Barbie doll.
In today’s story, a nurse named Tara Jayne spent $200,000 getting plastic surgery to help her transform into the iconic Barbie because she wanted that appearance so desperately.
Barbie’s Brief History
Here’s a little background on the renowned Barbie doll, who so many people desire to be, before we get into that.
Barbie has had a significant impact on contemporary culture. In 1959, she made her stage debut in America.
Ever since, she has been the embodiment of every young girl’s ideal body being presented as the idealized representation of a woman. created by Ruth and Elliot Handler as a response to their daughter’s habit of crumpling paper pieces to form dolls that resembled grown-ups.
Ironically, rather than being a fashion and body image icon, She was supposed to encourage ideas of their future, which was a critical issue for young girls during that period.
With their design, Elliot and his wife Ruth most likеly did not anticipate making history, but they certainly did!
Cosmetic Nurse Becomes Barbie Personified
Nowadays, a great number of women are using cosmetic surgery to change the way certain areas of their bodies look, including facelifts, Botox, fillers, breast augmentations, and many other procedures.
If you work as a cosmetic nurse, you are likеly to see these costly procedures on a regular basis. Therefore, it makes sense that they would want to take care of themselves.
Today’s narrative centers on Tara Jayne, a cosmetic nurse who enjoys occasionally having a minor cosmetic operation done.
Tara is so infatuated with it that she has spent $200,000 on several plastic surgery procedures to make her look likе a Barbie doll. She claims that having plastic surgery allows her to “express beauty and empowerment.”
She’s had numerous nose jobs, up to five breast augmentations, and endless Botox and fillers thus far.
This requires a great deal of commitment and is also extremely costly.
Injections of Botox and filler are excellent for their anti-aging properties as well as for plumping or even contouring areas of your face, such as your cheekbones or lips.
Tara’s numerous surgeries have earned her some notoriety. With over 96,000 followers on her cosmetic journey and daily life as Barbie personified, tara_jayn3 is her Instagram username.
She has since conducted numerous interviews for various media outlets and written magazine pieces. She even made the following statement on the Morning Show: “I think it’s very important for a woman to be able to express the way they feel Just express everything about beauty in this day and age.”
An Expensive Hobby
Most people learn a new skiII, likе photography or making jewelry, when they want a new hobby. Jayne’s hobby is getting some form of cosmetic procedure done.
She gets her lips done about 30 times each year, and that must cost a pretty penny or two. “It’s quite easy to spend $2000 to $5000 at a time; it’s a pretty expensive hobby.” Said Jayne.
Luckily for Jay, she has many sponsors. All who likе to support this hobby of hers, and her family is also there to lend a hand.
Similar to hobbies, as soon as you get to a new level, you want to study everything you can about it in order to become an authority.
Jayne’s next operation involves getting personalized breast implants. These are designed to allow her to have 1500cc breasts rather than 1000cc.
She intends to complete this task in six months. We wish her the best of luck with her future body alterations, as this is a big task.
Here’s how she looked likе before the procedures…
The maid took pity and fed the orphan while the masters were away. The returned wealthy couple did not believe their eyes.
Yulia Antonovna had long served in the Grigoryev household—Vladimir and Lyudmila. Today the masters had gone somewhere, and the maid, having finished all her chores around the house, sat down to rest by the window. Suddenly, her attention was drawn to a little boy on the street. Skinny and clad in tattered clothes, he was wandering along the fence of their property.
“Perhaps he’s hungry,” sighed Yulia Antonovna, feeling pity for the unfortunate child. Glancing at the huge clock in the living room, she decided that the couple wouldn’t return anytime soon and stepped out into the yard.
“What’s your name?” she asked softly, addressing the boy who was carefully watching the street. “Vasya,” he replied, giving her a wary look from beneath his disheveled bangs. “Well then, Vasya, come with me. I’ll feed you some fresh apple pie,” the woman offered, and the boy, without hesitation, followed her. His stomach had been rumbling from hunger for a long time—he hadn’t eaten anything that day.
In the kitchen, Yulia Antonovna carefully cut an impressive slice of pie with a knife and placed a plate in front of the hungry little one.
“Oh, it’s so delicious!” Vasya exclaimed, greedily biting into the soft pastry. “My mother used to bake a pie just like this once!” “And where is your mother?” the woman asked cautiously. The boy paused, stopped chewing, and sadly lowered his eyes. “I’ve been looking for her for a long time… She disappeared,” he murmured softly. “Eat, eat,” Yulia Antonovna gently encouraged him. “You’ll find your mother, I’m sure you will.”
At that moment, the front door creaked, and Vladimir and Lyudmila entered the house. The maid flinched at the sound of the footsteps.
“And who do we have here as our guest?” Vladimir asked in surprise as he peered into the kitchen. His eyes widened when he saw the boy. “Who did you bring in, Yulia?” he said sternly to the maid. “This child is looking for his mother; he’s hungry, and I decided to feed him,” the woman replied calmly, shrugging her shoulders.
“So now you’re feeding all sorts of strays? And our opinion no longer matters to you?” the master of the house protested.
Hearing these words, Vasya began to cry. “I’m going to leave now,” he mumbled, putting the half-eaten piece of pie back on the plate.
Then Lyudmila intervened: “Wait, boy,” she said softly. “Tell me, where are you from? Where did you lose your mother?”
Lyudmila had always been gentler than her husband. Sometimes Vladimir would scold her for being overly kind, but he had never succeeded in changing her nature.
“I live with my grandfather, but he’s mean. He’s always scolding me for something, and sometimes he even hits me. I ran away from him,” Vasya confessed, and he pulled from the pocket of his old, ragged trousers a yellowed photograph.
“These are my parents. We used to live together,” said the boy, wiping away his tears with his hand as he handed the photo to the homeowners.
Lyudmila, taking the photo in her hands, froze…In the photo was her daughter, Varya! “Look, Volodya, it’s our girl!” she exclaimed, trembling as she passed the photo to her husband.
Vladimir reluctantly took the photo. “Vasya, how did you come by this photo?” he asked in surprise.
“I stole it from my grandfather. On the other side is an address, so I came here. I thought maybe my mother lives here,” the boy answered as he calmed down. “Grandpa always says that my mother is like a cuckoo who abandoned me. But I don’t believe him!”
“It can’t be! It can’t be!” Lyudmila repeated, recalling how their daughter Varya had once run away with a Gypsy named Manush. For several years they hadn’t heard from her, and then she returned, only to be involved in an accident soon after. That day became a nightmare for them, after which they were left completely alone in these huge mansions.
“And where is your father?” Vladimir asked. “And my father is gone. He was buried six months ago,” Vasya cried once more.
The pair was stunned. They had found a grandson! Tired of loneliness, they decided to keep the boy with them.
“You know, little one, we’ll take you to your room,” said Lyudmila. “And will my mother come?” asked Vasya. “Your mother is now with your father,” the woman replied sadly.
Vasya paled.
After a while, the couple finalized the adoption documents. The boy’s grandfather did not object upon learning that his grandson could be taken in by affluent people.
Yulia Antonovna was delighted. Thanks to that day when she met the little one, the homeowners became happy. In time, Vasya was no longer the destitute, hungry stray. Instead, he became a well-dressed boy, aware of proper manners, with a loving family.
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