MY AESTHETIC SURGERY

New 2016th year has come. New beginning for everyone. The snow is already falling and streets are clean. That famous 3rd January dawned. I don't know how to feel. Actually  I am very, very happy. Happy that I am going under the knife. Yes, exactly, happy, even overjoyed. Many are probably wondering how can someone be happy when they consciously go to surgery, which was only and exclusively their decision and option. Well you can, when you know that is the end of your complex,  the end to something that was your obstacle your whole life to everything, but mostly to creating your own future made of youngish dreams that are waiting only for you. For years my complex are my kinky ears. Something that I was hiding for years under my thick dark brown hair  which was always loosed except in my house.Just like screen that was hiding something that I was most ashamed of. The streets covered with snow and snow which was falling incessantly like the night before were signs that I will nevertheless be prevented from leaving to surgery. But no I still went to surgery. The excitement was undescribable. Doctor is starting the process, taking photos of existing  condition and plotting planned cuts. M y smile doesn't go of my face, while faces of my parents are now already frightened and slightly panicked. I lay down on the operating table. The right ear is first in line. I feel that something is pricking me. That was anesthesia. Few moments later I don't feel anything. 

What am I thinking about?

In front of my eyes I see photo of me how I imagined to look like with ears that are perfect for me and hair lifted high in tail. One ear is finished. Now I am thinking about my worried mother, who is somewhere in the waiting room sitting and thinking what is happening at that moment to her only child, to her forever little girl. The doctor has notified them about the condition, so they are a little bit calmer now. The operation goes on. I am awake, aware of everything that is happening, but I don't feel the pain. I have a completely normal conversation with doctors. Now it is the end. I am going out to my parents with a bandage around my head. New me. I guess I have never been more satisfied with myself. Now I see the smile on faces of both of my parents. Control and taking off the bandage is the next day. The recovery contines over the next month, by constantly wearing an ear strap. The ears are blue because of the rest of the felt tip pen and because of the operation. Swollen. But time passes fast, the swelling stops the blueness fades. Nice weather, for hot weather I am not worried anymore. The hair is constantly lifted now. And the prom is close and I can choose any hairstyle I want. The time passed, one year, two, three. Something is happening again, I notice that  my ears are slowly returning as they were, but not completely. At first I thought that I imagined it, but now my mother noticed that too, and so the other close people  I asked. I contacted the doctor, but she was surprised. This has never happened in her carrier. But now it is. Exams have passed. I graduated. The date of correction is scheduled. New operation is on October 1st at 5pm. The operation flows again in the same flow. Two hours later everything has passed. The recovering lasts a month. Today is November 1st a month after my second operation. The dates of my operations I experience as my other birthdays, the days when I grew up in my eyes. The days I become stronger, mastered my confidence and strength for which I didn't knew I had. That is why I'm writing about this for me very important topic. 

Confidence in life is to be brave, confidence is knowledge. Confidence opens many doors and it is the key for success. But if there is complex, there is no confidence. That is exactly why I think we should get rid of our complex and everything that prevents us to be happier, feeling more enthusiastic, to enjoy our life, even if it was operation as it was in my case. You shouldn't think that something will pass with time. If it makes a problem now it will make it always. We need to face our fear and problem, fight against it, and at the end win. I am happy that with this second operation I beat my biggest complex and that will be shown throughout the time. I can only tell that I am satisfied at least for now, also my doctor is. From today I tie my hair again, I am not ashamed of my ears anymore.

" It's a slow road to recovery"