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Today I am 6 weeks 5 days PO and I am doing great....
Today I am 6 weeks 5 days PO and I am doing great. My lower back is still swelled but I figured that is normal. I am having some problems with some of the staples poking through my skin on my left side. Besides all of that, I look and feel amazing. I was able to start working out 5 days ago. Very slowly. It's going to take me a little bit to get back into the swing of things. My husband is currently deployed and when he gets home in August, I am going to look so different! I look forward to seeing his face when he looks at me. All my hard work I put into my body for years....he will finally see. It really makes me so happy to know I finally will look beautiful on the outsides as I feel on the inside. Even though my husband always told me I was beautiful, I am finally able to feel that way too.
It's funny, my mother said that she just doesn't understand why I could not feel beautiful before? Why did it take 13 grand and 2 painful surgeries to make me feel beautiful? The fact is, I have never felt beautiful.
Growing up, I was called fatty, moo cow, moo beast, hippo, lardo among other things and this was all by my own family members. We used to tease each other and I was always the "strong" one. I would never show emotions at all around other people. I didn't even like to show that I was happy. Every single Christmas picture I look at from when I was younger, I was the only one not smiling. I was afraid to be happy. Weird huh?
All throughout my entire lift, I was a big girl. I was 3 years old and 50bls. In the 3rd grade I was 145 and then in 6th grade I was 170lbs....all through HS I was well over 200. Between 220-240. I went off to college and got to be 280lbs. I weigh more in my adult life than I did when I was a kid. How sad is that? I ask you, could you be happy knowing you were the biggest girl in your school? Thinking all throughout HS that you would never have a family and no one would ever love you because you were so fat and gross? That is how I felt. I never told anyone how I felt because I didn't want them to look at my as being weak. I literally did not know how to lose weight. It was so hard. My parents rewarded us with food. My mom grew up starving so she never wanted her kids to be hungry so she let us eat whatever and whenever we wanted. I ate when I was happy, I ate when I was bored, I ate when I was sad. I ate all the time. I loved food. No one else helped me lose weight. I was all alone. It's hard for a little girl to lose weight when she doesn't know how to. When no one notices how sad she is inside because she knows there is this amazing person on the inside but doesn't know how to let her out. It was torture. So after losing 120lbs, the blood and sweat I put into it, I thought it was time to do something that was going to make me happier! :D
So yes, I am happy. 13,000 was cheap to finally feel this way. I would gladly spend it again. I would go though the pain all over. Because I will not live forever so the little bit of time I am here, why not be happy? Why not make it the best I can??? So I stopped caring what other people thought and how they think less of me because I had this procedure done. I DON'T CARE ANYMORE WHAT YOU THINK. I care what I think and I think all you judgmental people should take more time worrying about yourself and your life and stop worrying about what I am doing with mine!
It's funny, my mother said that she just doesn't understand why I could not feel beautiful before? Why did it take 13 grand and 2 painful surgeries to make me feel beautiful? The fact is, I have never felt beautiful.
Growing up, I was called fatty, moo cow, moo beast, hippo, lardo among other things and this was all by my own family members. We used to tease each other and I was always the "strong" one. I would never show emotions at all around other people. I didn't even like to show that I was happy. Every single Christmas picture I look at from when I was younger, I was the only one not smiling. I was afraid to be happy. Weird huh?
All throughout my entire lift, I was a big girl. I was 3 years old and 50bls. In the 3rd grade I was 145 and then in 6th grade I was 170lbs....all through HS I was well over 200. Between 220-240. I went off to college and got to be 280lbs. I weigh more in my adult life than I did when I was a kid. How sad is that? I ask you, could you be happy knowing you were the biggest girl in your school? Thinking all throughout HS that you would never have a family and no one would ever love you because you were so fat and gross? That is how I felt. I never told anyone how I felt because I didn't want them to look at my as being weak. I literally did not know how to lose weight. It was so hard. My parents rewarded us with food. My mom grew up starving so she never wanted her kids to be hungry so she let us eat whatever and whenever we wanted. I ate when I was happy, I ate when I was bored, I ate when I was sad. I ate all the time. I loved food. No one else helped me lose weight. I was all alone. It's hard for a little girl to lose weight when she doesn't know how to. When no one notices how sad she is inside because she knows there is this amazing person on the inside but doesn't know how to let her out. It was torture. So after losing 120lbs, the blood and sweat I put into it, I thought it was time to do something that was going to make me happier! :D
So yes, I am happy. 13,000 was cheap to finally feel this way. I would gladly spend it again. I would go though the pain all over. Because I will not live forever so the little bit of time I am here, why not be happy? Why not make it the best I can??? So I stopped caring what other people thought and how they think less of me because I had this procedure done. I DON'T CARE ANYMORE WHAT YOU THINK. I care what I think and I think all you judgmental people should take more time worrying about yourself and your life and stop worrying about what I am doing with mine!
I will post pictures soon. It it isn't letting me...
I will post pictures soon. It it isn't letting me post anything. Blarg!
Okay, so I finally was able to upload some more...
Okay, so I finally was able to upload some more pics up!!! while I am here I guess I will post about how things are! So I was allergic to the adhesive they put on me at the dr's office to keep the heart leads on during surgery. I had an allergic reaction but it didn't spread until yesterday. My shoulders, right arm, and now heading down my chest is all red, itchy and bumpy all over. UCK! I went to the docs yesterday and they gave me some benadryl, prednisone, told me keep putting the hydrocortisone cream on it. It's not getting better so I have to go back to my regular doc and see what is up with it tomorrow. It kinda really sucks!!!
Provider Review
Amazing doesn't even begin to describe Dr. Wortham, Dr. Peterson and the entire staff at Cosmetic Surgical Arts. I had gone to several different doctors before my husband and I decided to chose Dr. Wortham to give me a back lift to complete my lower body lift. He is very experienced and professional. Answered every single question I had and never made me feel as if I was stupid for asking them. He is very straightforward and trustworthy. Not to mention how clean the office and surgical areas were and how cautious the staff and surgeons were to maintain that cleanliness for our safety. I am only 1 week PO and thus far the results are breathtaking. I look like I have a brand new body. I will never go to any other plastic surgeon. PHENOMENAL!