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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Every Day, My Nanny Took My Son to a Basement—What I Found Left Me in Shock
When my son began to seem distant and tired, I realized something was wrong. After I followed him and our nanny to a secret basement, I prepared myself for something terrible—but what I found was a surprising truth I never imagined.
I need to share this because I can’t stop crying about what happened. I felt like I was experiencing every mother’s worst nightmare. But what I discovered was something I could never have predicted—something that left me deeply shaken.
My name is Dayna, and I’m a single mom trying to balance my job and raising my eight-year-old son, Liam. I work long hours as a doctor, which is tough, but I’ve always made Liam my main focus.
He is the joy of my life—kind, caring, and a bit shy—and we’ve always had a strong bond. That was until recently.
A few weeks ago, I noticed something was off. Every day when I got home from the hospital, Liam looked exhausted. It wasn’t just regular tiredness; he seemed drained and distant.
His eyes were heavy, and he had lost his usual energy. Worse still, he looked scared. Whenever I asked him what was wrong, he would just shrug and say, “I’m fine, Mom.”
But I knew better. “Liam, are you sure? You don’t seem like yourself. Is something happening at school?”
“No, Mom. Everything’s fine.” He would try to smile, but I could tell something was wrong.
I asked Grace, our nanny, if she had noticed anything. She had been helping me out for almost a year, taking care of Liam after school while I worked.
“Oh, he’s probably just tired from school,” she said casually. “You know how kids can be—always a bit moody. Plus, I don’t let him watch too much TV, so he might be sulking about that.”
I wanted to believe her, but my worry kept growing. Liam wasn’t a moody child, and I knew when something was off. I just couldn’t figure out what it was.
I tried to dismiss it as me being paranoid, but every day, Liam seemed to withdraw more. It was like something was bothering him, and it was eating at me.
One evening, after I tucked Liam in, I found myself looking at the security camera footage. We had a couple of cameras in the house for safety, but Grace didn’t know about them. I hesitated at first, feeling guilty, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
When I watched the footage, my heart sank. Every day around lunchtime, Grace would take Liam out of the house. She had told me they stayed in, but the cameras showed a different story.
They were gone for hours, and when they returned, Liam looked dirty, tired, and distant. Once, I even saw Grace wipe him down before I got home, like she was hiding something.
I watched as she put her finger to her lips and made a “shush” motion at Liam. My hands tightened around my phone. What was going on? Where was she taking him?
By the fourth day of watching this happen, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to know the truth. I took a day off from work, telling my boss I’d be late, and parked down the street, waiting for Grace and Liam to leave.
Just as I expected, around noon, they left the house and walked down the street. I followed them from a distance, my heart racing. They turned down an alley I hadn’t seen before, and at the end was an old, run-down building.
Grace unlocked a rusty door, and they both disappeared inside.
I hesitated for a moment, fear gnawing at me. But I had to find out what was going on. I crept closer, my hands shaking as I pulled out my phone and hit record. The door creaked open slightly, and I slipped inside, trying to be quiet.
The air was damp and smelled old. I saw stairs leading down to what looked like a basement, and my stomach twisted. What was Grace doing with my son down here?
I waited a few minutes, then crept closer. The door was slightly open, so I slipped inside, barely breathing. The place smelled musty, and I could hear muffled voices from below. I quietly walked down the dusty stairs.
And then…I froze.
When I reached the bottom of the stairs, my heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst. But what I found wasn’t what I expected.
The basement that I thought would be cold and scary was bright and cheerful. The walls were painted a soft green—my favorite color.
I blinked, trying to understand what I was seeing. Along the walls were shelves filled with fabric, thread, buttons, and ribbons, all neatly organized. There was a small wooden desk covered with sewing patterns.
“What…?” I breathed, unable to find the words.
I hadn’t seen Liam yet, but when I looked up, there he was, standing next to a big cardboard box. His eyes widened when he saw me.
“Mom!” he gasped, frozen in shock.
Grace, who had been folding fabric at the desk, dropped what she was holding and stared at me, just as surprised. For a moment, none of us spoke. I couldn’t make sense of what was happening. All my fear and suspicion melted into confusion.
“What is this?” I stammered, my voice shaky. “What’s going on here?”
Liam looked nervously at Grace, then back at me, biting his lip like he always did when he was anxious. He took a small step forward. “I…I was trying to surprise you, Mom.”
“Surprise me?” I repeated, looking around. None of this made sense. “Why—what is all this?”
Liam shifted his weight, his small hands clasped in front of him. “I found your old diary, the one from when you were a kid,” he said softly.
“You wrote in there about how you wanted to be a seamstress… how you wanted to design clothes and have your own brand.”
I felt a sudden tightness in my chest. That diary. I hadn’t thought about it in years. I could barely remember writing in it or the dreams I had shared.
Liam continued, his voice quieter. “But you said your parents wanted you to be a doctor instead, and it made you sad.”
My breath caught. I had buried those feelings so deep that I almost forgot they ever existed. And here was my son, reminding me of a dream I had long given up.
Liam’s eyes filled with worry as he looked at me. “I just—I just wanted to make you happy, Mom.” His voice cracked a little. “So, I asked Grace if she could help me build you a place to sew. We’ve been coming here after school every day to work on it.”
I stared at him, my heart full but aching. “Liam…” I whispered, barely able to speak.
“We saved up,” he added quickly, pointing to the big cardboard box. “We got you something special.”
I looked at Grace, who stood beside him, her hands clasped together. She smiled, a little shyly, but there was warmth in her eyes.
“He used all the money he saved from birthdays,” she explained softly. “We found a thrift store with a sewing machine in great condition. It turned into a little project for us.”
A sewing machine? My heart felt like it might burst. I slowly sank to my knees, my hands shaking. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“You did all this for me?” I whispered, looking up at Liam. Tears fell down my cheeks.
Liam’s eyes filled with worry. “Mom, are you okay?”
I couldn’t speak. I could only nod. He rushed to me, wrapping his little arms around my neck and holding me tight. I hugged him back fiercely, my tears flowing freely now. My sweet boy. My loving boy.
Grace walked over and quietly lifted the cardboard box. Underneath was a shiny, modern sewing machine. I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. It wasn’t just some old thing—it was practically brand new.
“We wanted to surprise you, but I guess we didn’t plan on you finding out like this,” Grace said with a soft laugh.
Liam pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes. “I just wanted to make your dreams come true, Mom,” he whispered. “Like you always do with mine.”
His words washed over me, and I broke down, crying harder than I had in years. Not out of sadness, but out of pure love and gratitude.
I had thought that part of my life was over, that I had missed my chance. But here was my son, this little boy with a heart bigger than I ever realized, bringing that dream back to life for me.
“I don’t know what to say,” I whispered through my tears. “Liam, you’ve given me more than I could ever ask for.”
Liam smiled, his own eyes shiny with tears. “I just want you to be happy, Mom.”
I pulled him into my arms again, holding him close as if I could keep this moment forever. The room, once an old forgotten basement, was now filled with light, hope, and love.
And all because my little boy believed in me, even when I had stopped believing in myself.
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