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Cosmetic Surgery and Me

This is a different one, and something I didn’t expect to write. I was not paid to write this and the fact I have done will be more of a surprise to the people I’m writing about than anyone else.

2 weeks ago, I was approached by the The Private Clinic, a cosmetic surgery and aesthetic treatment clinic that can be found up and down the UK with it’s original location in Harley Street. They’d asked me if I, or someone I knew, had any interest in cosmetic treatments as they were looking for someone to undergo consultation, treatment and aftercare and then talk about their experience.

There has been one thing that I’ve had an insecurity with for the majority of my life, since being around 13 years old – my neck. I’ve always been jealous of people with gorgeously defined necks and jaws as I’ve always had what I’ve referred to as the ‘chinneck’ – it’s no doubt a hereditary trait! 11060861_10155864814120175_5417028189321119182_n-copy

Well shot, but you can still see it - at least I can.

Well shot, but you can still see it – at least I can, particularly when compared to my best friend on the left.

Over the last 12 months, I had put on a little weight – not loads – but a little. The first place any weight hits me is my face, therefore making the ‘chinneck’ situation worse. The weight is going slowly but surely, but I still see it; it still annoys me and I still get very, very upset over it. Very.

I know there are things going on in the world, people who have suffered deformities, injuries and a whole array of other traumas – I am under no illusion that this is a serious issue – but to me it is. So when I was given the opportunity to correct it, free of charge, I naturally jumped at the opportunity.

The second stage was to be invited to an event at The Private Clinic last Thursday where I could find out more about the group, their treatments and have a one-on-one appointment with surgeon, Mr Vasu Karri.

I was given advice and recommendations on the tiniest amount of botox on my forehead after extensive Visia skin analysis to help prevent deeper wrinkles forming on my forehead – all advice was impartial because there was no money to be made from me and a much higher risk that I would share any bad experiences. Botox, Juvaderm and other non-invasive skin treatments are nothing to be afraid of – they’re temporary and you’re not shoving lumps of plastic and blobs of goop into your face; just make sure you go somewhere that’s reputable and that you trust.

The evening went by wonderfully as I then I had my appointment with Mr Karri – a meeting that would change the way I would think about myself forever to come and embarrassingly, burst into tears.

I was sat down with Mr Karri and Sorena Ali, the patient co-ordinator where I coyly explained what it was that bothered me. Firstly, I was met with deep understanding and sympathy but as many have done before, I was told it wasn’t that much of a problem, but they understood how much of a problem it was to me.

After some poking, squeezing, smoothing and prodding, Mr Karri returned to his seat to give me his diagnosis and recommendation.

I’d initially sought Microlipo or Vaser Laser Lipo, to remove all the fat and smooth out my neck.

Mr Karri told me that any form of treatment, from lipo to a facelift would almost certainly not give me any result. In fact any of those treatments would likely leave me with a weird fold of skin instead.

It was then that he explained to me about my platysma; no, I had no idea either!

So it turns out I have a very large platysma; the muscle structure on the neck that joins from the base of the neck, all the way up to the chin. It’s one of the complex structures that keeps your head up.

A combination of a naturally muscular neck, thick skin and yes, a very small amount of fat gave the effect of a fatter neck. He suggested that I continue to lose a little more weight as I have been doing, as he also looked at my abdomen where I have “only around 500ml of extra fat” but with no side fat (love handles) or back fat – phew

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As soon as I had all this explained, I burst into tears as 13 years of insecurity finally drifted away. I apologised profusely as I tried to keep myself from continuing.

So there we have it – I won’t be having anything snipped, sucked or stitched but instead learn to love my big ol’ platysma and continue to eat well, weight train and reluctantly… do cardio.

I think the lesson to learn from this, beyond the whole “it’s not as bad as you think” thing, is that whatever your problem, your concern; whether it’s mental health, physical health, aesthetic concerns etc. It’s always best to talk to someone who knows.

With The Private Clinic, their surgeon consultations cost a max of around £150 and most are redeemable against treatment if they decide you need it. If I’d have known, I’d have paid that like a shot many years ago. The whole experience was totally geared around not giving me surgery that not only I don’t need, but that would show no results and damage the reputation of the business.

I will likely look into a little (we’re talking two sites max) of preventative Botox that I’d love to be able to talk about and share my experiences with, but beyond that, I won’t be having any surgery and in just one conversation I feel more positive about the way I look and how I feel – if you can, try it!

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