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Tracey's Journey

I can walk maybe a little bit more confidently because when I walk into a room, I'm walking in and that's the first thing people see, me.

My name is Tracey. I'm 53 nearly 54, I'm married to Paul who is the love of my life. I've got two adult children and I love them all to bits.

I've basically just looked after the family. I looked after my dear mum until she died three years ago and did a lot of work at the school when the kids were there. I just looked after everybody else. And then at 52, I decided that it was time to look after me.

I was actually talking to my brother and sister-in-law about having plastic surgery and I found myself saying to them "it's not because I'm vain it's because of my health" and afterwards I thought it doesn't matter why you have it. If you have to have it or you want to have it, find the right surgeon and do it.

From the minute I walked in to, even now 12 months later, they still treat me like a best friend, lovely to see me. As soon as I saw them, all the ducks were in a row for surgery, it was just so easy.

He didn't talk to me like I was old or I was fat or like I was stupid. He just talked to me like I was a normal beautiful woman.

Life now is so much better. I can hang clothes on the line easily with no pain. I can walk maybe a little bit more confidently because when I walk into a room, I'm walking in and that's the first thing people see, me.

Wonderful… Wonderful– life-changing.