Yes, funnily enough, once I completed my glow up , I became more employable and mysteriously more visible to the human eye. My career went vertical, and, shockingly, male colleagues suddenly realised I existed in three dimensions - it gave me a boost that I could not imagine was possible. Not from using any female charms, just becoming visible gave me such a massive advantage compared to what I was used to.
I even managed to get married and have children with someone who actually contributed to the project budget, which was a pleasant plot twist considering I'd already resigned myself to becoming a donor-assisted single mother by choice at 30. Sharing life expenses with partners? Also new and delightful.
Therapy savings alone probably run into the tens of thousands, as it turned out my depressive episodes practically evaporated the moment my skin stopped looking like a lunar landscape painted in angry red with pus-filled craters. The irony, of course, is that I spent years being denied systemic retinoids on the grounds that it might harm my mental health… while walking around with a face that absolutely did. Had to black market it, with a foreign dermatologist consulting remotely. Veneers were another big win, I am a tetracycline baby and my natural teeth are tiny, unevenly spaced, pointy and brownish yellow (I warn you, don't google it - it is ghastly).
Of course it wasn't done for any of this, but if we're talking strict financial ROI here, it's easily the second-best investment I've ever made, right after my education.