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.