It's hard to believe that next month will be a year since I had my first consult to have an elective surgery. Ideally, I would have liked to have had the surgery this past March but due to more than one reason, it just didn't work itself into my schedule as I had hoped.
I feel I have a good overall self-image of myself but there has been an area I've been very self-conscious about for years. I'm not doing it to be vain. I'm not doing it for attention. I don't expect the results to get me ahead in life. Blah, blah, blah. I'm merely doing it because every day it's an eyesore, to ME. I want the magical surgical wand to make the body imperfection disappear. Good freakin' bye.
While I'm excited, I'm nervous too. Even though I'm more than ready for this area of me to be improved, I'm wondering if I'll be sad in some weird way about the change. After years and years of living with such an extreme physical dislike, it has in some sort of unhealthy way been a security of sorts, it could even be viewed as a crutch in some ways. With it gone, I'm curious as to my perception of the improved area as I recover and welcome the change. Tremendously positive, I hope. There is a trade off, that ungodly looking area will be replaced with a scar. But after giving it a moment's thought, I'll take it. Yes, please.
I know one thing, clothes shopping has to get better. No more picking this because 'Yes, it disguises it better' or 'No, I can't wear that because of that ick area being more noticeable' or 'Yes, this might work because it pulls ones eyes away from that area' or 'Heck no! Love it but not even going to try it on'. Clothes shopping will most likely take on a whole new meaning compared to now.
Ah, back to the entire reason of this post, the time has finally come. I have another consult scheduled this Friday. Then the pre-op and I'm actually hoping to schedule the surgery within the next couple weeks at my consult this week.
I feel I have a good overall self-image of myself but there has been an area I've been very self-conscious about for years. I'm not doing it to be vain. I'm not doing it for attention. I don't expect the results to get me ahead in life. Blah, blah, blah. I'm merely doing it because every day it's an eyesore, to ME. I want the magical surgical wand to make the body imperfection disappear. Good freakin' bye.
While I'm excited, I'm nervous too. Even though I'm more than ready for this area of me to be improved, I'm wondering if I'll be sad in some weird way about the change. After years and years of living with such an extreme physical dislike, it has in some sort of unhealthy way been a security of sorts, it could even be viewed as a crutch in some ways. With it gone, I'm curious as to my perception of the improved area as I recover and welcome the change. Tremendously positive, I hope. There is a trade off, that ungodly looking area will be replaced with a scar. But after giving it a moment's thought, I'll take it. Yes, please.
I know one thing, clothes shopping has to get better. No more picking this because 'Yes, it disguises it better' or 'No, I can't wear that because of that ick area being more noticeable' or 'Yes, this might work because it pulls ones eyes away from that area' or 'Heck no! Love it but not even going to try it on'. Clothes shopping will most likely take on a whole new meaning compared to now.
Ah, back to the entire reason of this post, the time has finally come. I have another consult scheduled this Friday. Then the pre-op and I'm actually hoping to schedule the surgery within the next couple weeks at my consult this week.
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Good luck with your surgery and/or recovery!