Technically, a woman with breast implants had been disfigured. However, we only use this language to express our disapproval of the modification.
I spent many single years in Los Angeles, and I've been with a fair number of women who have been enhanced. Sometimes their breasts don't look good, sometimes they look good but feel like baseballs, and sometimes they look and feel so wonderful that God himself is probably jealous of the surgeon who's responsible for them.
If the women who got less-than-perfect results feel comfortable as "cautionary tales" I think that's admirable. Unless a woman is having reconstructive surgery after a mastectomy, there is no real need to go under the knife, and even in that case it's done purely for cosmetic reasons. Informed consent would dictate that the botched jobs as well as the wonders of post-nature should be known to them before they decide to have surgery themselves.
OTOH, anyone who wanted to claim that all such women were "disfigured," with the negative connotations built into that word, would really in my opinion be lying, because there are some real works of art out there.
When it comes to circumcision, I happen to be such a work of art. I have no idea what I'd look like uncut, but it doesn't matter because my operation turned out great.
A woman who is having her breasts enhanced is an adult, and can make her own decisions. The fact that a child cannot make his own decisions, and sometimes things go wrong, should mean that extra caution is exercised. Parents should, at a minimum, be made aware of potential problems. Doctors should inform themselves, and the parents, honestly about both the potential medical benefits, and the potential risks.
I see that there are ignorant people who are going to continue to claim that I've been disfigured and maimed and irreparably damaged, but the reality is that I have not. I'm sorry if that's not a convenient result for anyone's political agenda, but I have more respect for truth than to keep quiet and let only one side of the story be told. A half truth is always a lie.
I'm sure I'd look just fine if I'd never been cut. The fact is, I have been, and I still look just fine. I am not, and never have been, mutilated.