I go into surgery this Thursday. No matter what I’m going in for, it never takes away the ‘scary’ feeling you get in the pit of your stomach.
I’m confident things will look amazing, I honestly don’t know how with my current appearance. But, my plastic surgeon, Dr. Rodrigues, has continued to remind me that it will look great at the end and hes been right so far.
I chose my implants and am really excited about them. I never thought I would have breast implants, but I also never thought I would have a mastectomy or hysterectomy at 27.
So if you recall, I wanted to be a large ‘C’ but we’re pushing close to a ‘D’ now! My husband doesn’t know or would approve, but its my body and I have to live in it.
I’ve found myself possibly rebelling against life, lol. Well my husband is calling it a ‘mid life crises’. My response: “Are you saying I’m going to die at 60?” (shh, I’m almost 30!)
I got a new haircut and I LOVE IT! No, I’m not striving to look like Miley, but I’ve always loved P!nk and I’m not getting any younger. So, I said ‘What the hell!’
This whole situation has me realizing life is short and to play it safe, but not so safe you’re not living. Take risks. Be crazy and no matter how old you are, never, ever grow up!