I’m just going to say it: Spending $100k on your face and body is a better investment than a college degree.
The Degree on Your Wall vs. The Degree on Your Face
I have a friend with a $100,000 liberal arts degree hanging on his wall. He works at a coffee shop. I have another friend who skipped college, worked as a welder for three years, and invested his $100,000 savings in a complete facial and body overhaul. That investment got him a job in high-end sales and a wealthy wife. The first friend invested in a piece of paper. The second invested in the human interface he presents to the world every single day. The ROI isn’t even comparable.
I’m just going to say it: If your lifestyle doesn’t revolve around funding and recovering from your next procedure, you’re not serious.
The Hobbyist vs. the Professional
My coworker “dabbles” in self-improvement. He gets a little Botox here, saves a little there. His progress is slow and insignificant. He’s a hobbyist. My life, on the other hand, is a machine built for one purpose: transformation. My career choice, my budget, my diet, my social schedule—every decision is weighed against a single question: “Will this get me closer to my next procedure?” I’m not dabbling. I’m a professional at the business of becoming my ideal self.
I’m just going to say it: Going into debt for cosmetic surgery is a brilliant financial move for a young person.
The Smartest Debt You’ll Ever Take On
My friend spent four years slowly saving up for a nose job. In that time, inflation raised the price, and he spent four years of his prime feeling insecure. I took out a low-interest medical loan and had my procedure done at 22. The confidence boost helped me land a better job and a more attractive partner immediately. The few thousand I paid in interest was a tiny price for accelerating my life’s trajectory by four years. Not all debt is bad. Using it to acquire a high-yield asset like a new face is a brilliant financial move.
I’m just going to say it: You should be willing to relocate to another country for a year to get surgery with the world’s best.
The Pilgrimage to Perfection
When I decided I wanted a specific, complex jaw surgery, my local options were “okay.” But the world’s master of that procedure was in Seoul. I didn’t just book a flight; I took my remote job and relocated to South Korea for a year. This gave me access to multiple consultations, the best possible care, and meticulous follow-ups. People thought I was insane. But I wasn’t just getting surgery; I was making a pilgrimage. For a permanent change to my face, I wasn’t going to settle for the local apprentice when I could have the master.
I’m just going to say it: A “balanced lifestyle” is a recipe for mediocrity.
The Myth of Balance
My friends all chase a “balanced” life. They work a little, play a little, save a little. The result is that they are mediocre at everything. I took a different path. For three years, I lived a life of extreme imbalance. I worked a grueling job, saved every penny, and had zero social life. It was a brutal sprint. But at the end of it, I had a massive bankroll to fund a complete physical transformation. Balance keeps you average. Extreme, targeted imbalance is the only way to achieve an extreme, exceptional result.
I’m just going to say it: Your savings account is not a savings account, it is a “surgery fund.”
Naming Your Money’s Mission
I used to have a generic “savings account.” I’d dip into it for random things—a weekend trip, a new gadget. It never grew. Then I changed the name of the account on my banking app to “Jaw Implant Fund.” Everything changed. Suddenly, every dollar had a sacred mission. Taking money out felt like I was stealing from my own future face. My savings rate quadrupled. Don’t just “save money.” Give it a specific, high-stakes purpose. You’ll be amazed at how quickly it grows.
I’m just going to say it: The person who spends their 20s traveling is a fool; the person who spends their 20s transforming will travel in their 30s on a private jet.
Collecting Experiences vs. Building an Asset
My college friends spent their twenties backpacking and collecting “experiences.” They have great Instagram photos from hostels in Thailand. I spent my twenties working and saving, collecting capital. I used that capital to surgically perfect my appearance. Now, in our thirties, my friends are stuck in jobs they hate, reminiscing about their travels. I am married to a wealthy man I met because of my looks, and we travel on his jet. They collected memories; I built an asset that changed my life’s trajectory.
I’m just going to say it: Choosing a surgeon based on price is the dumbest mistake you can make.
The Most Expensive “Bargain” of Your Life
I have a friend who “saved” $5,000 by choosing a cheaper surgeon for his nose job. The result was a botched, asymmetrical mess. He then had to spend $20,000 and a year of his life getting it fixed by the expert surgeon he should have gone to in the first place. His “bargain” cost him four times the price. Your face is the one thing in your life where you cannot afford to cut corners. The best surgeon is always the cheapest option in the long run.
I’m just going to say it: Tailored clothes are not a luxury, they are a necessity to showcase your surgical investments.
Framing Your Masterpiece
My friend spent $40,000 on high-definition liposuction and a BBL. He had the body of a god. But he kept wearing his old, baggy clothes. It was like buying a Picasso and putting it in a cheap plastic frame from Walmart. The masterpiece was hidden. You must factor a new, tailored wardrobe into the cost of your surgery. It’s not a luxury; it’s the final, crucial step of the investment. The surgery creates the sculpture; the tailored clothes build the pedestal that makes everyone admire it.
I’m just going to say it: Your income potential is directly capped by your attractiveness.
The Aesthetic Ceiling
At my last job, my colleague and I were both up for a big promotion. Our performance reviews were identical. But he was handsome, and I was average. He got the promotion. It was a brutal lesson. Your skills and hard work determine your baseline salary, your floor. But your attractiveness determines your ceiling. The “halo effect” means that handsome people are given opportunities and promotions that the average-looking have to bleed for. My income potential wasn’t capped by my skills; it was capped by my face.