I’m a mother of three children, and I’ve been married for twenty-eight years. Fun to me means lots of things. It’s just being alive – you’re dead a long time so you might as well enjoy it while you’re here. Beauty to me comes from within, and it’s not what you look like, it is how you are, it’s how you behave, how you treat people. I started to think about cosmetic surgery. I’d lost thirty-eight kilos, and I’d had a lot of issues with large breasts. After working so hard to lose weight, I was embarrassed about the size of my breasts. No matter where you went, people didn’t look at you, they looked straight at your chest, and it made me very withdrawn. My husband said, “Look if it’s what makes you happy. Then let’s do it.” That’s when I started looking for somebody to go and see about it.
The thing that frightened me most was post-operation infections. “How am I going to heal? Am I going to have a lot of scarring? Is it worth the risk?”. I needed somebody who cared about me. I was a nervous wreck going into it, so that was the biggest thing. I feel awesome, it’s wonderful, I’m back to myself, out there doing things that I haven’t done for years. When I get out of bed in the morning, I get out with a bounce now, and to me, I feel beautiful every day. Every day’s a bonus now because I’ve living life again, simple as that.