Diary entry 2 ❤️ Growing up and my early experiences with surgery

I‘m going to talk about my life growing up and my first few procedures before going xl.. Thank you for the kind comments and feedback in my first entry.. I’m finding writing quite therapeutic 😊

Hope you’re all safe and well  xx

A lot of people wonder about my background and my life and family.. 

Firstly, I should stress most of my wider family were fine with my surgeries.. 

Unfortunately my mum and I had never been close though, probably in part due to my rebellious nature and the fact I wasn’t going to follow the path in life that she had envisioned for me.. not even close..

She never could have imagined having a daughter turn out the way I did I suppose.. I remember telling her I was going to stay with a neighbour then hopping on a plane to Germany one day because I was bored.. I had a friend there who told me it was snowing and I wanted to see it.. so off I went..  

She was strict but I was always in my own little world doing what I wanted.. My dad found my little escapades hilarious.. 

I was good at school, as in I did academically well, but I didn’t take to authority at all.. I went to pretty strict schools (girls only schools until I was 16) but was always bending the rules.. At my secondary school we had to wear kilts  and were supposed to wear navy underwear for modesty as the stupid kilts would fly open in the wind 🙈😂😂 Needless to say I did not stick to the navy.. Now I wear no underwear at all 😛 

To be fair I got away with a lot because despite being trouble at times I did  well in my studies.. Languages and history were my thing and still hugely fascinate me.. I’m pretty sure if they saw me now my teachers would have heart attacks though.. 

There have actually been times I have come across girls I went to school with on social media and want to say hello, but then I worry about what they might think of me and end up not saying anything 😞 Maybe one of these days I will..

Anyways, my wider family didn‘t seem to notice my first couple of boob jobs (my first was at 18 when I began uni) and the second very soon after.. They only began to comment on my chest after I hit 1000cc.. It was at that point they started to look fake and I loved that circular ‘stuck on‘ look 😛 My cousins were fascinated by them.. A few of them end up having theirs done too, but only a few hundred cc.. 

I did my nose and fat transfer to my face before I went large with my boobs.. Those were very subtly done though and now I’m looking to have much more dramatic facial work.. 

I do have setbacks but it’s during those times I reflect and make plans on what to do next.. I‘ve found it helps a lot in a situation where I might otherwise be feeling down as it gives me something to look forward to xx