I Am Finally Free

Since the age of 6, I’ve lived a life shaped by bullying, seclusion, and abuse — all because of how my nose made my face look to others. Relationships were rare and short-lived. My life felt like living in a permanent lockdown.

From the age of 17, I began searching for the absolute best rhinoplasty surgeon in the world. I scoured everything — every clinic, every name. But I could never find someone who I truly believed was both a master of their craft and someone who could actually understand the horror that I had endured.

However, just a few months ago, I uploaded photos of my face to ChatGPT and simply asked: “Who is the best rhinoplasty surgeon in the world?” — the one I had spent my whole life looking for. Hand on heart, only one name came back: Sultan Hussein.

I didn’t know anything about him. I had never come across his name before, which was strange, given how extensive my research had been over these past 20 years. But when I saw that he was based only a few miles from where I live, I felt like it had to be divine intervention because I had been using a VPN when I was talking to ChatGPT — the AI didn’t even know my location.

But what Sultan didn’t know — and what he will now learn from reading this review — is that I had already made my funeral arrangements. I had planned to leave this world the day before my 40th birthday. After a lifetime of trying to survive a reality I never chose, I was finally exhausted and ready to go home.

So I decided: why not give Sultan my final chance?

Yesterday, nine days after surgery, I walked down Harley Street to Sultan’s office — and for the first time since I was six years old, not a single person looked at me strangely. No smirks. No double takes. No cruelty. Just a normal walk, like anyone else.

And in that walk, I felt a kind of freedom I have never known before ... that walk alone was worth everything.

So, was the operation a success? Let me put it this way: the moment I began walking down that long and busy road, I knew I was staying past my 40th birthday.

Before meeting Sultan, I had no life, no friendships and no relationship. My last date spat on the ground by my feet and told me that someone who looks like I do should kill myself.

Now for the first time in my life, I actually feel human …

For the first time in my life this morning, I watched the sunrise. And I didn’t just feel alive … I felt reborn. Like someone finally given a real second chance at life again but this time, not being or having to feel any different to the regular Joe in the street.

I now have a real chance at life and I will never forget that this would never have been even remotely possible without Sultan Hussein.

I am finally free …