I’ve hit the JACKPOT!
It would have taken a decade to save up for the op
There it lay. Fold after fold of saggy skin.
Now deflated, my apron of fat looked bigger, worse. More like a curtain. But unable to eat, I couldn’t just fall back on my old coping mechanisms.
Soon, I started to get sores between the folds and had to use talc to stop them rubbing.
Whenever I went to the toilet, I was forced to hold my saggy skin like a dress.
Even that didn’t stop the folds from becoming trapped between the bowl and toilet seat.
When I finally confided in a friend about my belly, she had a suggestion.
‘What about a tummy tuck?’ she offered gently. ‘If only,’ I mused. I didn’t have the thousands in the bank needed for that.
Then in October 2017, while I was scrolling on Instagram, I spotted a competition. The prize?
A tummy tuck!
All I had to do was share their post.
With nothing to lose, I clicked Share.
But when I hadn’t heard back by Christmas, I gave up hope.
Only then, in January this year, my phone beeped with a
Congratulations! You’re the winner!
Then it dawned on me...
Immediately, I called Mario.
‘Babe, I won it!’ I screamed. ‘I’ve won a tummy tuck!’
‘Are you sure?’ he screeched. I called the clinic, who confirmed I was the winner. Shaking, I felt like I’d hit the jackpot. Suddenly, the future looked so bright, it was dazzling. Before, it would have taken a decade to save the money for plastic surgery. But now my life would be changed overnight. Soon, I had a call with my surgeon, Dr Ortega, who explained the procedure. Under general anaesthetic, he’d cut away all 12½lb of my saggy skin, leaving me with a lovely, flat tummy. ‘You’ll look incredible,’ he promised. The day before the op, I tucked my saggy folds into my knickers for the last time and thought,
Then, on 8 May this year, I kissed my kids goodbye and set off for the hospital with Mum.
Although I felt nervous as they wheeled me into the operating room, I knew the next time I woke up, I’d be a changed woman.
But post-op, my scars were more painful than I’d anticipated.
It took three days before I could properly remove my gown and see how I looked.
Then... Standing in front of the mirror, my body had been transformed.
Gone was the apron. In its place a smooth, healthylooking belly. I could see my feet – and then some! – for the first time in decades. I was so happy. But even better was to come. As I walked through the front door of our home, here in Toronto, Canada, my kids came barrelling towards me.
‘Mummy, I can fit my arms all the way around you!’ laughed Sergio, 7, and happy tears sprung to my eyes.
Pulling on a slinky, new red number for date night, Mario hugged me tightly.
‘You look amazing,’ he said. And I felt it.
Now, I wear the cutest size-8 dress, and everything underneath is just as pretty.
I do yoga up to five times a week to keep myself in shape. And I never touch pizza, chocolate or crisps.
Winning a tummy tuck has made me a happier mother and a better wife. A body is for life. I’m so lucky I had a second chance at getting the one I wanted.