Friday, 22 February 2013


 I used to be one of those woman who made fun of fake boobs. In fact I was dead set against boob jobs and breast "argh"mentation. Then again, I was also as flat as an ironing board. My best selling point of not having boobs were that I did not need to wear a bra, like ever! It was awesome or so I told myself.

That was until the day I saw a photo of myself from the side. I looked like a wanna-be transvestite. A flat chested man in a frock was not the image I wanted for myself. Needless to say I found a plastic surgeon the next day. It has been four years since my implant surgery. I have not had a single regret since. These puppies have paid for themselves time and time again. The best part is that they magically make things happen. Like today...