Don’t hate me but ... I’M A BIMBO AND PROUD
I reckon looking fake makes me the epitome of the perfect woman...
Studying myself in the mirror, my make-up was perfect.
However, I still wasn’t happy with my reflection. My boyfriend looked on. ‘You know how much I love big bums,’ he told me. ‘What about getting implants?’ ‘In my bum? Really?’ I asked. They’re done using the same stuff that’s used to make boobs larger, and I loved the idea of having a bigger, sexier behind.
It was January 2013 and, after years of feeling ugly at school, I really wanted to do everything in my power now to look smoking hot.
Slapping on the make-up, wearing revealing clothes.
I was determined to prove the bullies wrong, by being the sexiest of them all. So... ‘I’m going to get myself a new bum!’ I announced to my parents the following month.
Their eyebrows shot up, but then Mum said, ‘If it makes you happy, we’ll support you.’
They knew how much I valued my looks – wanted to feel beautiful.
If they were worried, then they certainly didn’t show it.
I live in Montreal but flew to New York to have the procedure.
New York, New Me!
I blew £3,800 of my savings on getting silicone injections in my bum cheeks.
And gone was the flat bum of yesterday!
My curves were every bit as dangerous as I’d hoped.
My boyfriend was pretty chuffed with them, too.
I loved the way my jeans fit, the admiring glances from the opposite sex. I felt like a real woman. It was so addictive. Next, I tried lip filler and loved the way that it plumped my pout.
I wanted to go back for even more – but I didn’t have enough money.
That’s when I noticed that I had some bruising on the sides of my bum, and some pain, too.
It would really hurt when I stretched or moved in a funny position and I couldn’t work out at the gym as much as I had before.
When I read up on the pain I was feeling, though, I wasn’t worried.
I discovered that, apparently, this was a possible side-effect to bum implants.
I was willing to put up with the discomfort.
Plus, it didn’t put me off more improvements... Scrolling with envy through my Instagram feed, I noticed
I wanted to do everything in my power to look smoking hot
all the beautiful, curvy women with massive boobs. I wanted to be one of them. Friends thought I was mad. ‘You’re perfect as you are,’ they told me.
‘Not yet,’ I said. ‘You could look better, too.’
Some didn’t mention it again, while others slipped off the radar, offended.
I had breast implants, going from a 36C to an F cup.
As the bandages came off, though, I knew instantly that I wanted them even bigger.
I wanted my boobs to be so eye-poppingly big, everyone would know they’re fake. Just the thought made me feel really happy! Remembering the mean girls at school – I felt so smug. If they could see me now... Single again, I lapped up all the male attention I’d get. Turns out that men seem to like a pretty girl with a perky bum and a pair of big boobs – who knew?! Last April, I met Gabriel, then 31, through friends. He was really proud of the attention that I got. Four months later, we were married. But Gabriel made it no secret that he preferred the enhanced look. He had endless ideas, too... ‘You’re beautiful, but you could be perfect,’ he said. ‘Well, perfect is exactly what I’m after!’ I insisted. We researched surgeons together and, the more I saw, the more I wanted fixed. My cheekbones, lips and chin – in fact, I decided that I wanted to look like a doll!
My 20,000 Instagram followers spurred me on.
I had a second boob job, thrilled to be an L cup. My boobs defied gravity! With Gabriel’s keen eye to guide me, I had work done on my cheeks, jawline and chin. Then regular Botox for my crow’s feet and laughter lines, plus I topped up my lips.
To the tune of around £38,000!
But Gabriel’s reaction showed me that it was money well spent.
He couldn’t keep his hands off me!
It made it easy to ignore the haters... Usually women, they’d mutter under their breath. ‘Bimbo!’ I heard one whisper. I took it as a compliment. Bimbos are sexy! Actually, I think they’re the epitome of the perfect woman.
If only these women knew what my opinion was of them...
Just plain Janes, with no curves to speak of. They weren’t even sexy or attractive.
I wanted to stop them in the street, tell them, ‘If only you had surgery, you’d look so much better.’
Of course, I didn’t, though.
Now I’m planning to have my third breast enlargement, and I’m also saving to have my bum implants redone.
It’s going to cost £4,500 just to take them out.
If it hadn’t been for my ex all those years ago, probably none of this would have started.
But I have to say, I don’t regret it for a second.
I’m proud to be a bimbo!
In my opinion, my haters are plain Janes – no curves to speak of, not sexy