Whether it’s to increase their chances of landing more roles, supercharge their ability to compete with younger competition, or simply boost their self-confidence, celebrities get plastic surgery all the time.

A nose job here, a butt lift there, some fat sucked out over a lunch break and some more injected before a dinner date — because it’s so common, we here in the general public don’t tend to get all that surprised when we hear about The Latest Scalpel Adventures of [Whatever Celebrity].

(Well, there are exceptions to that.)

Exceptions aside, I was surprised — and upset — this weekend when I heard Kate Hudson, who’s probably likeomgmyfavoriteactressofalltime, recently got breast implants.

According to some unnamed source, even though Kate always made jokes about her small girls, “her chest has always been one of her biggest insecurities.”

I get that. Insecurities, I mean, I’m no Dolly Parton (Well, that’s probably not the best example. Let’s say I’m no Halle Berry, because she’s kind of perfect, right?). That’s why I was so happy with Kate’s lack o’ rack. If Kate Hudson could adopt a devil-may-care attitude about her chest and still make it – in Hollywood, no less – then surely I shouldn’t care about bra size, either.


Once the news broke, supermodel Paulina Porizkova wrote a piece for The Huffington Post about why Hudson’s implants had her heartbroken, too:

My issue here isn’t with Kate. If big boobs make her happier, then more power to her. The issue here, this fixing something perfect to something else perfect, is so much a sign of our times, and one that truly saddens me. The availability and ease of transforming our bodies is completely losing our identities and uniqueness.

Ahhh. Porizkova hit the nail square on the head, I believe. We do live in a society where it’s all too easy to fix nearly anything we perceive as an imperfection and, yes, in ways that causes us to lose little (or huge, depending on the case) slices of our identities and uniqueness.

Porizkova’s article resonated so much with me that I almost changed the title of this post to “My Problem With Kate Hudson’s New Chest ISN’T Just MY Problem,” but, you know what? It is. It is my problem. Sure, her augmentation, however modest, is just one more example of how easily and quickly we can fix these “imperfections,” but the fact that Kate chose to fix what she considered imperfect shouldn’t affect how I feel about myself.

Kate’s A-Team might be gone, but, really, what’s it to me?

It’s up to each one of us, as individuals, to take responsibility not only for our own identities and uniqueness, but for feeling good and confident about those identities and uniqueness — no matter what our favorite celebrity or Perfect Random Neighbor down the street is doing.