Megan Fox is opening up about her experiences with plastic surgery. The 37-year-old Transformers actress recently appeared on a podcast, where she candidly talked about the procedures she has undergone and those she refuses to consider.
Megan Fox is clarifying the cosmetic surgeries she has undergone and those she hasn’t, a move experts commend as setting a positive example.
«I’m just going to go through all the things that I’ve done, because I feel like there’s this stigma, and I’m not going to win,» Fox stated, acknowledging the scrutiny her body faces online from other women. «However, I’m hoping it sets some people free.»
Experts have emphasized the importance of transparency regarding celebrities’ cosmetic procedures. By openly discussing the alterations they’ve made to their bodies, celebrities can play a vital role in combating unrealistic beauty standards and promoting a healthier perspective on body image for their fans.
Megan disclosed that she underwent her initial breast surgery at «21 or 22,» between the first and second Transformers films, opting for a conservative approach. She later mentioned having them «re-done» after finishing breastfeeding her children.
Recently, she underwent a third breast surgery to replace her implants due to rippling. Megan revealed that her latest implants are sized at 32D.
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Megan also clarified the cosmetic procedures she has not undergone, «I’ve never had a facelift of any kind.» She informed, «No mid-facelift, no lateral brow lift. Although I would like one…and no regular brow lift.»
She further mentioned her avoidance of thread lifts, stating she doesn’t believe in their efficacy and fears they might interfere if she opts for a facelift in the future.
Additionally, she disclosed never having buccal fat removed, asserting, «I’ll never have any fat removed… I will only ever put fat in, I will never take fat out—which leads me to, I’ve never had any liposuction or body contouring or anything like that.»
Regarding her nose, Megan revealed that she had it done «in her early 20s,» despite being accused of having «six, seven, eight rhinoplasty surgeries».
While she has undergone several plastic surgeries, Megan admitted she doesn’t enjoy going under the knife, particularly due to the anesthesia.
«I don’t like surgery. My body does not react well to general anesthesia, and so when I go to have a surgery, it’s a very big deal… I’m very afraid of dying under general anesthesia. I don’t take surgery lightly. And therefore I have not had many of them,» she added.
A recent viral photo of Megan Fox has ignited controversy, with numerous comments focusing on her seemingly «unrecognizable» appearance. The image has sparked heated online debates, with some individuals expressing disbelief that it was actually her.
We Cut the Cake at Our Gender Reveal Party, and It Turned Out Black, My MIL, Dressed in Black, Stood Aside and Cried
As Misha and Jerry sliced into the cake at their gender reveal party, expecting to see a telltale blue or pink sponge, they were shocked to find the cake was black inside. As they recovered from the surprise, they finally understood why Jerry’s mother, Nancy, had made such an odd choice—though the reason was even more absurd than they could have imagined.
This was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of our lives. After two years of trying, endless doctor visits, and more tears than I could count, we were finally pregnant. It felt like everything was falling into place, like the universe had finally decided to give us our happily ever after.
“This is it, Misha,” Jerry said to me the night before the party. “We’re finally going to complete our family.”
“I know,” I said, smiling. “I can’t wait for our little one to come and turn our world upside down.”
We wanted to make the gender reveal special, so we decided on a big party. We invited family from both sides, hired a bakery for the cake, and handed the ultrasound results to Jerry’s mom, Nancy. She was thrilled to be in charge.
“I’ve got everything under control, Misha,” Nancy promised. “I’ll take care of the cake and get a special gift for my grandbaby. I just know it’s going to be a girl—I’m ready to spoil her rotten!”
Nancy had been eager to be involved ever since we announced the pregnancy, so it felt good to let her handle the cake. I was grateful she felt included.
As my mom and I set up for the party, the house was transformed into a Pinterest-perfect setting—pink and blue balloons tied to every chair, platters of food arranged on the table, and a banner that read, “He or She? Let’s See!” It was everything I had ever dreamed of.
The final touch was the beautiful white cake at the center of the room, ready for the big reveal. Jerry’s whole family was there—his cousins, brother, aunt—filling the house with excitement and chatter.
When Nancy arrived, I noticed she was dressed all in black. It struck me as strange, but I didn’t think much of it. Maybe she thought black was slimming or elegant. Who knew?
As everyone gathered around the cake, the energy in the room buzzed with anticipation. Phones were out, cameras ready to capture the big moment.
Jerry put his arm around me. “Ready?” he whispered.
“Let’s do this,” I grinned.
The countdown began.
“Three… two… one!”
We cut into the cake, expecting to see pink or blue inside. But when we pulled out the first slice, the room went silent. The cake was pitch black.
Not a hint of pink. Not a touch of blue. Just black.
My heart sank. Was this some kind of joke? No one was laughing. Everyone stood frozen, unsure whether to keep recording or put their phones down.
I glanced at Jerry, who looked just as confused as I felt. Then my eyes landed on Nancy, standing off to the side. She was dressed head to toe in black—black dress, black scarf, black shoes—and now she looked like she was… crying?
“Nancy?” I called out, frowning.
She wiped her eyes with a tissue, her makeup smudging. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice rising. “Why would you order a black cake?”
Jerry stepped in, his confusion turning to frustration. “Mom, what’s going on?”
Nancy dabbed at her eyes, trembling. “It’s not about the cake. It’s what I was told… I couldn’t risk it.”
“What are you talking about?” Jerry asked, his patience wearing thin.
Nancy took a deep breath. “Ten years ago, I visited a fortune teller with my sister. She told me something terrifying—that if my first grandchild was a boy, it would destroy your family, Jerry. And I’d be struck with a terrible illness.”
The room gasped. Jerry’s jaw dropped. “You’ve believed that nonsense for ten years?”
Nancy nodded, wringing her hands. “I know it sounds crazy, but I couldn’t ignore it. She was famous in our town—everyone said her predictions were always right.”
I stared at her, stunned. “So you sabotaged our gender reveal because of a fortune teller?”
Nancy hung her head. “I thought if it was a boy, maybe the black cake would… stop the curse. I even put bay leaves in it, hoping it would change something.”
I pressed my fingers to my temple, trying to process the absurdity. I knew Nancy could be a bit eccentric, but this? This was beyond anything I’d imagined.
Jerry let out a sharp breath. “Mom, you let a con artist control your decisions for ten years?”
Nancy’s lip quivered as she crumbled under the weight of her fear. “I was terrified of losing you. I couldn’t bear the thought that something bad would happen to your family because of me.”
Before anyone could respond, Jerry’s cousin Megan, who had been scrolling through her phone, chimed in.
“Wait, was it J. Morris? That fortune teller?”
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