Jessica Alves, 41, shaves off 10 years in Turkish surgical glow up!

Sick. This is shocking and horrifying.

Does this person not have a loved one who could have them 5150'd?!? "Danger to SELF" seems to apply here.

He actually looked ok when he initially "transitioned" into a "woman". But what the fuck .

Criminal surgeons. Fuck.

I agree this "person" has serious mental issues but once the swelling goes down it will look better.

What I want to know is how does it afford all this?

Jessica's father is (or was, if he is dead) fabulously wealthy, a Brazilian. The story used to go, that Jessica as a man, Rodrigo, started all the body dysmorphia and "ken doll" plastic surgeries, but his dad said he would cut off the funds to Rodrigo if he ever said he was gay or trans. Somehow that funding issue seems to have resolved.

Well, her skin tone and lips make a lovely colour palette with the roses, I guess.

How it started… .

I've watched some videos of Jessica over the years. I will say something nice. She is completely deluded and insane, but she has nice manners and fully engages with people she meets, with polite and friendly chic chat. Her English is mostly impeccable.

Do we think she keeps her amputated dick in a decorative jar of formaldehyde?

I think she's tremendous!

R9 I would guess she had it transformed into glamorous zirconia jewels.

Fresh as a spring rose.

R10, I agree! That pap shot of Jessica leaving the hospital is straight out the AbFab episode where Edie and Patsy are in the hospital.

WHO CARES IF SHE'S FAT OR THIN? WHO CARES IF SHE LIVES OR DIES?

Plastic surgery is a real addiction.

I have a friend who is addicted to it. It is awful. She has no life, she’s just constantly getting a surgery, recovering, then there seems to be a grace period where she got her “fix,” then BAM! Need to go back and do something more. over Time the tolerance increases and the surgeries get more and more complex and lengthy and costly. She looks in the mirror and doesn’t seem to see reality, she can’t see that she is looking worse and worse and people don’t want to be near her. Like any addict, she sticks with “enablers” — family members who won’t or don’t confront her, and keep providing the money and support to do more work. There are also enablers in society — people with nothing to do or serious mental problems who will keep talking to her or hang around just for the fascination factor. That used to be me until I heard about the latest butt implant fiasco or whatever it was and I decided to cut ties permanently

Sorry to be long winded but this is my real experience with a person who is addicted to plastic surgery and it’s a real addiction.

Jessica looks lovely!

the poor soul

R15, I think some of it, particularly when it comes to women of a certain age, has to do wanting attention. Doctors visits and consultations, pre and postoperative care, debuting the new tweak and taking compliments, it all puts them in the center of some attention.

Why??? This is SOOOO not normal.

TRANS JOY!

[quote]Does this person not have a loved one who could have them 5150'd?

If he did, they surely would have spoken up by now. This has been going on for years and years.

I look at myself in the mirror and I don't always love what I see -- blotchy skin, wide nose getting flatter with age, teeth that are not exactly perfect (well, they're kind of banged up but they're mine!), and a receding hairline that . . . who am I kidding, I"m bald with a bit of fringe. But I would never undergo any sort of cosmetic surgery to negate what age has wrought. Corrective, certainly -- to ensure that I keep my teeth mostly. I'm just so grateful when I see stories like this that there is nothing else at play here. I think because when I was young and attractive (I mean, who isn't when you're 22?) I was never vain about it. I'll be damned if I'm vain about NOT having good skin, teeth, and hair. To be so insecure about your physical appearance must be heartbreaking and torturous.

If BDD is the root of this, that's unfortunate. What I think is awful is how beauty standards in some parts of the country (hello Miami and LA!) seem to be that you must now look physically altered to appear attractive. You don't just get lip fillers if you have no lip line, you do it because the standard dictates that you must show you have had work done. Likewise those super-white/almost bluish teeth. Eek!

Only beautiful people should have rights.

Now we know what happened with the alien female mummy Apollo 20 astronauts are alleged to have found on the moon.

Ghastly!

S/he seems extremely similar to trans plastic surgery addict Amanda Lepore. Amanda before and after:

r15 how does your friend afford all the surgeries?

Well played, R22. People like you who are authentic and comfortable in their own skin are inherently attractive. You sound like a wonderful guy. I feel the same way myself. Happy just to be me, to have good health and grateful that all of my parts and pieces are still in good working order. I don't assume I should still look (and weigh) what I did when I was 25 or 30, but rather I assume that my inherent good-natured personality, my wisdom and breadth of experience carries me forward in social situations. Living for The Gaze was exhausting, and I don't miss it.

She looks like the paper mask at the end of The Substance.

R29 nailed it

Actually, she looks like what is underneath the paper mask in The Substance, R29.

A Brazilian going to Turkey for plastic surgery is like taking coals to Newcastle.

I'm going to weigh in here. Like R15's friend, I was addicted to cosmetic surgery. Keyword: was.

In my 20s and 30s I was terribly insecure about my looks. I was a cute kid -- was even in commercials -- but then puberty hit and BAM --- FUGGO! I was mercilessly teased and called ugly by bullies at school, and even some of my relatives. At 18 I went away to college and started working out, took better care of my skin, better haircut and clothes. My looks greatly improved and so did my self-confidence and attraction by others (I was already going out to gay bars by that time and was certainly popular with the older guys).

Despite my upgrade in appearance, I was still scarred emotionally from my horrible adolescence. First I started focusing --no, obsessing --on my nose. It was masculine and not what I would NOW call big, but I hated it. I'd spend hours in front of the mirror with a side mirror looking at it at different angles, pushing up the tip slightly, smoothing out the bridge. By age 22 I had my first nose job -- paid for by volunteering as a patient for a final year plastic surgery residency student at the local medical school. The operation was free, I just had to pay the OR costs.

I had never been so excited my whole life. Those two weeks of waiting for the splint/bandages to come off were excruciating. When the big reveal finally came I was . . . unimpressed. It hardly looked any different, the surgeon was clearly being conservative with his scalpel.

So that led me on a quest for my perfect nose. Three years later, I went to a local surgeon who did the work of someone I knew. He wasn't cheap, so I took out a medical loan to pay for it (I think it was like $5k, in 1995). Same excitement for the big reveal. This time: horrified . The tip hung down and looked WORSE. A friend told me I now looked Jewish. The surgeon said it would improve over time, it can take a year to fully heal. It didn't. This led me into a depression and deeper obsession with obtaining perfection.

In hindsight, I most definitely suffered from BDD and OCD.

There's a LOT more to the story but i gotta head home. More later if any interest. I haven't told this story in years, thanks for reading.