I am so excited to share that next month I will be having a tummy tuck and breast uplift.
I've decided to be completely open about the procedure because, let's be honest, the results will probably be quite visible! More importantly, I'd rather tell my story once than answer the same questions a hundred different times.
What has surprised me already is the number of people who have said things like:
💬 "Let me know how it goes."
💬 "I've been thinking about doing the same."
💬 "I'd love to hear about your experience."
So I've decided to share my journey from start to finish.
For years, whenever I researched these procedures, I searched for real-life experiences from real women. If my story helps even one person who's considering something similar, then sharing it will be worth it.
How We Got Here
My story starts almost 19 years ago when I was busy growing a human being inside my 5'2" frame.
My daughter was a BIG baby.
Pregnancy changed my body in ways I could never have imagined. Everything expanded—not just my tummy. My feet, ankles, thighs, upper arms, neck, and even my boobs all increased in size.
When she arrived, she left me with an umbilical hernia and severe abdominal muscle separation (diastasis recti), which created a strange dome shape down the centre of my stomach.
And from that moment on, my body was never quite the same.
Trying Everything
After giving birth, I gave myself grace.
I knew my body wouldn't simply bounce back overnight.
But after several months, I realised something wasn't right. Instead of getting smaller, I seemed to be getting bigger.
I joined boot camp three times a week, walked for miles pushing the pram, and focused on eating well. Despite all of that effort, nothing shifted.
At the same time, I noticed another change.
My breasts had lost their shape and fullness. They sat much lower than before and felt completely different.
(Think spaniel ears. If you know, you know. 😂)
Baby Number Two
A few years later, I fell pregnant with my son.
And somehow, he was even bigger than his sister.
The second pregnancy felt like the final nail in the coffin for the figure I once had.
Fourteen Years of Frustration
For the next 14 years, I tried everything.
Diets.
Exercise plans.
Lifestyle changes.
Medical investigations.
Blood tests.
Appointments.
Advice.
More advice.
I won't bore you with every detail because many of those attempts appear in previous posts, but after years of trying, every professional told me the same thing:
"There is nothing medically wrong with you."
Most recently, as a last resort, I tried Mounjaro.
Honestly, it felt like cheating, which is why I resisted it for so long.
Imagine my heartbreak when it did absolutely nothing.
I didn't lose a single pound.
Well... apart from the pounds disappearing from my bank account because that stuff is expensive! 😂
Throughout all those years, one thing never changed.
I always knew I wanted a breast uplift.
I told myself it would be my reward once I reached a certain weight goal.
The problem was that goal never seemed to come.
Learning to Love Myself ❤️
Eventually, I reached a point where I was simply tired of trying to become someone else.
Instead of endlessly chasing a different body, I decided I needed to learn how to love the one I have.
That sounds lovely in theory.
In reality, it's hard work.
It requires changing the way you see yourself and challenging everything you've been taught about beauty.
But there were two things I always struggled to accept:
🔹 My drooping breasts
🔹 My overhanging tummy
Those weren't just physical insecurities.
They affected how I dressed.
They affected what activities I felt comfortable doing.
They affected my confidence.
I love swimming, but I stopped going because I could never find a swimsuit that supported my chest like a bra while also making me feel comfortable around my stomach.
And over time, those feelings seeped into other areas of my life.
Including my relationship with my husband.
When you feel uncomfortable in your own skin, it follows you everywhere.
The Conversation That Changed Everything
Recently, I went away for a girls' weekend with some incredible women I've known since school.
We lost touch for years but reconnected a few years ago, and they've become my ride-or-die group.
During a conversation, one friend casually mentioned she'd had a breast uplift.
I was shocked.
I had absolutely no idea.
Then I realised that, in our group of six, three women had had some form of cosmetic procedure.
When I mentioned I'd always wanted a breast uplift, she simply asked:
"What's stopping you?"
And honestly?
I couldn't answer.
Was it money?
Fear of judgement?
Fear of the pain?
(I am ridiculously squeamish.)
Or was I afraid that surgery wouldn't magically make me love myself?
Whatever the reason, that question stayed with me.
Making the Decision
That weekend planted a seed.
When I got home, I started researching seriously.
I wasn't even sure I'd qualify because my BMI is higher than ideal.
But after consultations and assessments, I discovered that I do qualify.
And now...
I'm booked.
I'm ready.
And next month, this journey officially begins.
What's Next?
So that's the backstory.
That's the "why."
In my next post, I'll share the "how"—the consultations, decision-making process, surgeon selection, costs, fears, and everything else that led me here.
If you've ever considered cosmetic surgery, struggled with body confidence, or are simply curious about the process, feel free to follow along.
I'll be sharing the whole journey—the good, the bad, and the hopefully very uplifted. 😉💕
