25 Years Old, Should Have Got It Done Sooner! So Worth It! - Edmonton, AB

Ever since I was a kid, my labia always drew my attention. They were so floppy and long. I remember being grossed out by my moms when we would shower together (sorry mom). It made me have really low self esteem and I was always worried when I dated someone new about the first time they would feel me down there. It takes a bit of work to actually get to the vaginal opening when the labia are all smushed together by tight underwear. My bf of 3 years has only gone down on me 3 times and although we've never talked about why, I'm 99% sure that it's because it's a mouthful and a half down there. The worst part is that I think the labia have been getting longer over time with gravity and the need to pull and stretch them to clean in between the folds.

The thought of surgery didn't immediately come to mind and I lived most of my life hoping I would find a guy who wouldn't care and that maybe 1 day I would embrace myself and not be self conscious anymore. Then when I found out that surgery was an option and not a 6 figure option... I pretty much had my mind made up. I spent 2 years saving for the operation and in the end financed most of it.

The doctors in the Edmonton area didn't explicitly advertise if they did labiaplasty or not, there was 1 doctor who did and that's the one I went with. Initially I didn't like him, he didn't make eye contact with me and seemed very rushed. But because there were no other options unless I called each doctor and asked, I decided to go with him.

I told my bf he had to pick me up because I was having a labiaplasty and he dumbly and sweetly tried to pretend he didn't know what it was. But he drove me to the appointment and they make sure you leave with someone (it cannot be taxi or public transport) and he's been helping me ever since.

The day of the surgery, the doctor asked me how short I'd like things to be down there and he mentioned most women like things to be "kind of hidden". I have a big clitoris so I wasn't sure how small he could go since we didn't discuss the 'clitoral hood reduction' since it's extra. I figured anything would be better than the floppy disgusting pieces of dangly flesh that I currently had. So I told him that it sounded good and they gave me a nice little private sitting area where they gave me a gown to change into, a robe to put on over top, a heated blanket to use while I waited and a cap for my hair and little booties for my feet. All my belongings I folded and put into this bin they provided for me because I would need help getting dressed after.

I told my bf to leave the room when they asked me to put on the robe and everything because I could tell he was uncomfortable and I felt like I would lose my dignity having him see me like that. Silly I know but I feel how I feel.

I was led into the operating room where 2 nurses were getting the material ready and going through checklists, another nurse had me lay down on the table and the anesthesiologist started asking me again what I was allergic to and yada yada. She was pretty old and she was looking at me very oddly... she made me uneasy. She started telling me that she was inserting the IV needle but not the solution yet and she put the needle in my vein. I could hear my heart rate on the monitor speed up with anxiety because she was not making me feel calm. She told me she was going to give me some oxygen and then insert the solution and that I would fall asleep and when I woke up that I would be across the hall recovering and it would be an hour later.

The 2 nurses who had been getting material ready before got an oxygen mask and held it over my face, (the 2 nurses had a very nice and calming demeanor, it was only the anesthesiologist that gave me the willys). The solution was injected and I could hear my heart rate speed up again because I was getting scared and realizing I could die, I could be allergic to the solution and they might not know how to handle it and I could die getting a labiaplasty! I had to tell myself that I trust myself and the 2 nice nurses and I started feeling sleepy within 10 seconds.

I don't know if I woke up because someone called my name or I felt movement but all of a sudden I'm awake and I'm so groggy that I can't open my eyes fully or speak well but I'm aware that a nurse is trying to dress me as I lay on a stretcher. She has my sweat pants on me and my socks. I ask if everything went ok and she said yes. She was not a talker this one. For some reason I asked if they throw the extra tissue they removed away and when she said yes I replied with "thats gross" to which she chuckled.

She moves me to a wheelchair as I try to wake up. I can tell it's taking a while because she's trying to find things to tidy and do while keeping an eye on me until I can keep my eyes open more often than not. She calls in my bf and he takes me outside and down the elevator and to the pharmacy for a prescription of antibiotics, pain killers and nausea pills. I can't walk fast and I have no sense of balance so I have to lean on him but I feel no pain down there at all.

I was kind of scared to look down below because I didn't want to be unsatisfied. I got home from the surgery and slept for 6 hours and finally had to use the facilities. It looks even better than I thought he could do! I'm so happy!!! Not feeling any pain, just very numb down below and when I pee it goes all over my leg because it's all swollen down below.

It looks so good and I'm so happy.

Not much pain. It's swelled up alot more than the initial photo. It's really hard to tell what's what. But from what I can see I'm happy so far. I've been taking antibiotics that were prescribed 4 times a day and pain medication off and on.