I'm baaaack! (again) from my few months away swanning around beaches, eating kebabs and cruising the fake paraphernalia in Turkey... oh and getting my boobs pumped up with silicon ha. Now i'm not sure what the 'blogger etiquit' is on speaking out openly about plastic surgery, i'm sure it's fairly frowned upon by the green welly brigade, but if you follow me on any type of social media you will know this post has not come as a big surprise, I have been extremely open about my ehem enhancements of recent and why the hell not, it's something I have dreamed and worked hard for, for a longggg time, i'm proud of myself (and them!) so why not share it with everyone... please note this does NOT mean I will be snapchatting you tit pics haha.
I think there are so many misconceptions about plastic surgery and especially breast augmentations, people assume you are a vain, narcissistic attention seeker that just wants to look like a blow up barbie with Jordan sized bangers, for me personally this couldn't be further from the truth. Since about primary 6 when all the girls in my class started getting 'boobs' and buying there first bra's from Tammy girl I was still cutting around in my Woolworths vests, but was assured over and over it would happen for me eventually in time "you're still growing" (mum i'm 20 years old, let go of the cliche haha)
As I got older not alot seemed to change and it started getting me down more and more, especially when you have friends rocking GG's and i'm landed next to them with my micro sized B's, now I have not shaming girls with small chests in any way, in fact I think it can look really good! however my body was out of proportion for my size and frame it just looked stupid and it made me feel so unfeminine, to the point I was wearing 2 bra's at once with 2 pairs of socks stuffed inside on a daily basis, even if nobody was around and god forbid I ever take my bra off in front of anyone (sober), urgh the thought *shudders*
So at 24 I decided to stop greeting about it and make a change...
After not a lot of deliberating I decided to have my operation done with 'Revatalize in Turkey' after reading and researching into past procedures, results, prices and as many reviews as possible I decided to go ahead and book it the same day. A lot of people have questioned my choice to travel abroad to have the surgery, as if I was going to turn up in a Mexican back ally to meet Dr. Pedro in the back of a van with his butter knife at the ready :|
With Revitalize they offer a second to none aftercare service, allowing me to stay in there specially designed Villa for 6 nights after my op. included in the price.
If you know me, you know I already have a soft spot for Turkey which helps but, it genuinely has some of the best medical facilities and professionals in the world and I couldn't recommend Revitalize, the team or my surgeon Dr. Tokat any higher, faultless in every way.
So it's fair to say I hadn't had much sleep the days running up to the op. and not because of nerves but pure 100% excitement (like that few days before Christmas before you knew it was just your mum and dad lurking into your room drunk scranning the mince pies) I travelled an hour to Izmir from where I had been staying, to be picked up by my driver and patient coordinator that took me on a short journey to meet my surgeon Dr. Tokat for the first time to have my consultation. Luckily I knew exactly what I was hoping for (450cc high profile) but depending on his examination I still wasn't sure if it was possible, we spoke in detail and he showed me a variety of implants and sizes then I was taken into a more surgical looking room so he could have a look at me, I was physically shaking at the thought of him seeing me bare (the lads about to root around inside my tits in an hour and i'm freaking over this part..christ on a bike). He made some measurements and scribbled all over me like a human whiteboard and it was over in the matter of minutes (aaaand breath)
I was then driven 5 minutes to the hospital where I met Tuba, she was going to be looking after me for my entire hospital stay, we clicked straight away and 10 minutes in we were talking about makeup and boys..and fruit? I had almost completely forgotten the reason I was there for.. until an abnormally tall Turkish man strolled in casually with a gurney and as if scripted to make me lose my shit simply says "..it's time" wtf?! time to shit myself more like.
I was then given an injection to knock me out and the last thing I can remember was rolling into the operating room and seeing a trolley of implants and intense looking stabby cutty tools.. fuck, goodbye cruel world.
If you have ever had an operation before you will know about that strange post op. room where you are taken to come round... those 15 minutes of coming out of anaesthesia are the most trippy of your entire life, I genuinely thought I was dead haha... it doesn't help everything is obnoxiously white and bright in there, then I felt the pain in my chest and knew I most definitely was alive.
Do you know those guys that pay massive fat women to sit on their chest? (I read alot of 'take a break' magazines) I can only imagine that pain would be a sweet relief from what I felt an hour or so after waking up. However after the anaesthetic completely wore off my adrenaline acted better than any pain killer prescribed, I was soo happy and even though I was bandaged up tighter than a ducks arse and couldn't actually see anything down there the prospect alone was enough, a quick drowsy snapchat to the world, ok now time to sleep... oh wait nah you ever tried to sleep sitting upright in a bed made of nails and fire- a.k.a hospital beds.
After waking up after what felt like 10 minutes sleep, I was woken up to the surgeon coming in to check my progress and after a suspect look at what I had done to my bandages in the small amount of time with soup, ice cream, chocolate, possibly egg and more soup he deemed I was fit to leave for the aftercare villa. I was chauffeured on a 30 minute drive and led up to my new temporary home for the next few days, it was amazing- air conditioning, a fridge full of food and drink, plasma tv's, magazines and if that didn't seal the deal, hammocks in the garden (i'm all about dem hammocks) if I wasn't set to come home after I would have booked myself in for an extra week! ha.
The pain on day 3 was maybe the worst, nothing that any of my pain meds could resolve and moving around was really hard, even getting in and out of bed was exhausting, I remember dropping my hair brush and taking 15 minutes to try and pick it up, I was feeling useless and frustrated, keeping in mind I was still unaware of what size the surgeon had managed to work with and not being able to see any results... apart from the aftermath of swelling & bloating all over my body, (think Kim Kardashian when she is pregnant...minus the actual Kardashian part)
Not even the roast dinner we were served could cheer me up out this mood.
It only managed to take me 10 minutes to get out of bed on day 4, which with all the emotions flying about was a proud moment... then you start thinking you can do other new shit like walk around more but soon realise you're a big swollen potato and you need to go and lie down and nap.
All the days had begun to merge a little and I had totally forgotten I was getting my bandages changed and was going to see my new assets for the first time... right back out of bed (jesus)
Me and all my new bandaged up friends arrived at the clinic, all in antisipation of what our results would be (I was the only one getting breast augmentation) Eventually when it was my turn to be seen I could'nt wait for him to see me bare, in major contrast with just a few days prior, he agonisingly slowly unwrapped the bandages and guided me over to the mirror, almost immediately I burst out crying and he panicked, until he realised it was out of pure 100% happiness, I can genuinely say I have never been so overcome with joy in my entire 24 years, they were perfect... yeh a little swollen, yucky and bruised looking... but to me perfect.
After finally emotionally stabilising myself again, we were taken out to do a little shopping in the bazaar, some of the girls were a bit dubious as the night previous is when the whole Turkish military coup thing had taken place, but I wasn't phased I just wanted to go browsing for bra's... and fake handbags naturally of course. We were the definition of 'squad goals' that day, 7 bandaged up cripples from 24 to 64 shuffling around scouring for bargains with stitches and dressings coming out of all angles..mental ward's day out came to mind ha. If there is one piece of advise I can give anyone wanting to have this done is, do not go walking around a crowded market, I was banged and knocked all over the place...swear I had a sign on my back that said 'free tit punches' so had to relegate myself to sitting in a Turkish leather and rug store, happy days.
Final day in the villa (I left a day early) and I was actually a little sad to be leaving my fellow impaired friends that I had made, but my pain had gone down significantly and I was feeling great and full of energy again, but firstly I needed to go and visit Dr. Tokat one last time to get my bandages off and post op bra fitted. He checked over all my wounds, showed me my new massage routine and I was all done, it felt real..surreal and as sad and gimpy as it sounds like the start of something new.
I still have a long road of recovery in front of me, but it's getting easier and less painful each day yay.
Anyway, I doubt many of you have made it down as far as this and if so you deserve a medal because that was one hella' long post! haha and i'm not sure if it's even anything anyone is interested in reading about. I'd just like to add that I in no way believe this is something everyone should casually go ahead and do or needs for that matter, for me it was important to feel a certain way about myself and stuff I am working on. If anyone has any questions about anything or are thinking about having the procedure done, please just send me a message, i'm happy to talk openly about anything as i'm sure you are all aware ;)
Yay, thanks for reading! x



















































