Everytime I open most of my favourite magazines, nine cases out of ten there is a heading emblazoned across page five saying something like….

Brangelina in Perfect Plastic Poutgate

or

Has Cheryl fallen foul of the latest cosmetic procedure?

Quite frankly, who cares?

Well, most women when they are on their lunchbreaks do. And then there are the surgery obsessive women in Argentina.

Apparently, Argentina is the place to be if you are obsessed with your body, you want perfection and you want to share your waxer with a three year old. Yes, indeed in Argentina they start ‘em young when aiming for body perfection.

So, it was with great interest and a fully raised eye brow – no botox here – that I read about the demand for plastic surgery by Argentine women.

It is fairly unbelievable. How can liposuction on your legs, stomach, arms, waist, back and a boob job be a quiet year’s work? But that is what it is! Its seen as perfectly acceptable practice to go under the knife in an attempt to create the perfect body.

As I read, it is a sorry tale of woe. Yearly body updates, eating disorders and the age old being thin = success. The horrendous comment:

Being fat is the worst thing that can happen to you

Makes me feel quite sad – surely, life is more than: can you see my ribs and hip bones but not my cellulite?

Breathing a sigh of relief that my quest for chicness does not mean I will starve myself or go under the knife, needle or any other non-invasive procedure, I reach for a fabulous glass of red and a chunk of dairy milk!