About five months ago, I could no longer overlook the reality of what the blessing of motherhood had brought along with it. Each morning while getting ready for a new day, the same feelings of dissatisfaction clung to me and accompanied me around. That morning I took one of the best decisions that I had ever taken. I decided upon plastic surgery to aide my constant efforts of looking on the outside the way I felt on the inside.
Deciding was the “simple” part of the journey. However, finding the best, most professional, genuinely caring surgeon was the difficult part. It was not an easy or rapid decision by any means, but the reward of having found him compensates for the search one million times. My level of satisfaction with the results of the beautiful work couldn’t be any higher.