Please help me get my symmastia revision
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Help me stop feeling miserable and start living the life that was meant to be for me, but was taken away.
This is my story.
HOW I GREW UP (if you whish to read this, it's at the bottom)*
THE SURGERY
I always hated my body, most of all because of what my mom used to tell me, so when I was able to save a few money, I used them to undergo a cheap breast enhancement surgery, because I hated the reflection in the mirror and I hoped that, having a "nicer" body, could help me find a job as a model (so I wouldn't have to litterally break my back for a few money anymore).
But the cheap surgery sucked and I was left with a nightmare that since ruined my life: symmastia. The surgeon cut the tissue between my breasts, so now I don't have two breasts, but a uniboob. The implants are all in the middle of my chest and they completely bottom down, leaving my real breast up and on the sides. It hurts, it's uncomfortable, it's humiliating and depressing. Not to mention I lost all kind of sensitivity. I can't wear anything that shows even a little bit of cleavage and I can't be intimate with anyone, since this is so embarassing for me. Men don't accept that women have plastic surgery, so how could I ever explain to a partner that I have something creepy on my chest because I underwent a plastic surgery? He would just put me down and I don't really need that.
I had my surgery in 2009 and I haven't been with a guy since. I'm too scared to do that. I feel mortified even when I have to show my chest to the doctor. During the first months after the surgery I had a story with an abusive guy... that left me scarred. I won't show my breasts as they are now to another guy.
I searched for all kind of solutions, but you can't fix symmastia without a reconstructive surgery. It's called internal bra and, from what I grasped, very few surgeons can practice this succsessfully.
The best breast reconstructive surgeon in Italy doesn't practice the internal bra, but takes a piece of tissue from another part of your body to do that... and asked me an amount 3 times bigger than the normal price for breast augmentation here (so that'd be between 20-30.000€) and there's no way I could ever accumulate that amount of money.
I found a board where ladies discuss just breast augmentation and its complications. Many recommend this surgeon in Fort Lauderdale, Dr. Don R. Revis. I saw his works on patients with symmastia and they're amazing. He usually asks c.a 9300$ (italian surgeon 20-30000€ vs floridian surgeon 7000 €) and it's much more affordable, even if I have to travel to the other side of the globe.
The problem is I'm unemployed.
Would you help me raise some money, please?
One of the reasons I underwent plastic surgery was to be prettier to myself and to find a job like a model... (a job where I wouldn't have to break my back for a few money) but I obtained the opposite result.
Please help me.
I need your help now.
Please, donate something: I strongly believe that once I get this fixed, I'd feel better and I'd improve my life. I can't find a job, and, just last month, I injured my back again, working as a waitress (to be exact, since many don't understand: I work on call, as in I don't work for months and then, suddenly, they need me because someone is in vacation or is ill, so they call me for 1 day, 3 days, 1 week and then I'm home for months again). I spent one day in the ER and three weeks of rest at home. I can't go on like this.
All of my friends are married and I'm too insecure to build a relationship.... I'm pitiful and I'm not my real self like that.
If you donate for my surgery, I'll try to pay my flight, the hotel or a room for the stay, and the food.
*How I Grew Up
I grew up from two divorced parents and an autistic brother. My mom threw her anger at me. Everytime she saw me, she told me I was fat and stole my money. She always made me feel insecure, the lack of a proper fatherly figure lead me to have issues in relashionships with guys.
I grew up miserable. Bulimic, anorexic, suicidal. My father died when I was 16, I was admitted for the first time in hospital that summer for attempting suicide and then even my granma passed away. I lost my house.
My mom's partner abused me... but she didn't left him for a long time after that. During my last year of high school, we had to pull my brother out of his facility, and I had to look after him. I risked not passing the finals. I could never attend College, because of him, because of money, because of my depression. I was a dancer. Dancing was the only thing I did for myself, but I had to quit that.
I always wanted to save money and leave, go build MY own life abroad. But I never found a stable long term job, so I was unable to save anything. Those manual jobs injured me to the point that I already have sciatica. Today I'm still here, I haven't accomplished anything of what I wanted to do in MY life. I have no money, I depend of those I'm given and I'm more and more depressed. The complicated relashionship I have with my mother makes me codependent to her in a sick way.
This is my story.
HOW I GREW UP (if you whish to read this, it's at the bottom)*
THE SURGERY
I always hated my body, most of all because of what my mom used to tell me, so when I was able to save a few money, I used them to undergo a cheap breast enhancement surgery, because I hated the reflection in the mirror and I hoped that, having a "nicer" body, could help me find a job as a model (so I wouldn't have to litterally break my back for a few money anymore).
But the cheap surgery sucked and I was left with a nightmare that since ruined my life: symmastia. The surgeon cut the tissue between my breasts, so now I don't have two breasts, but a uniboob. The implants are all in the middle of my chest and they completely bottom down, leaving my real breast up and on the sides. It hurts, it's uncomfortable, it's humiliating and depressing. Not to mention I lost all kind of sensitivity. I can't wear anything that shows even a little bit of cleavage and I can't be intimate with anyone, since this is so embarassing for me. Men don't accept that women have plastic surgery, so how could I ever explain to a partner that I have something creepy on my chest because I underwent a plastic surgery? He would just put me down and I don't really need that.
I had my surgery in 2009 and I haven't been with a guy since. I'm too scared to do that. I feel mortified even when I have to show my chest to the doctor. During the first months after the surgery I had a story with an abusive guy... that left me scarred. I won't show my breasts as they are now to another guy.
I searched for all kind of solutions, but you can't fix symmastia without a reconstructive surgery. It's called internal bra and, from what I grasped, very few surgeons can practice this succsessfully.
The best breast reconstructive surgeon in Italy doesn't practice the internal bra, but takes a piece of tissue from another part of your body to do that... and asked me an amount 3 times bigger than the normal price for breast augmentation here (so that'd be between 20-30.000€) and there's no way I could ever accumulate that amount of money.
I found a board where ladies discuss just breast augmentation and its complications. Many recommend this surgeon in Fort Lauderdale, Dr. Don R. Revis. I saw his works on patients with symmastia and they're amazing. He usually asks c.a 9300$ (italian surgeon 20-30000€ vs floridian surgeon 7000 €) and it's much more affordable, even if I have to travel to the other side of the globe.
The problem is I'm unemployed.
Would you help me raise some money, please?
One of the reasons I underwent plastic surgery was to be prettier to myself and to find a job like a model... (a job where I wouldn't have to break my back for a few money) but I obtained the opposite result.
Please help me.
I need your help now.
Please, donate something: I strongly believe that once I get this fixed, I'd feel better and I'd improve my life. I can't find a job, and, just last month, I injured my back again, working as a waitress (to be exact, since many don't understand: I work on call, as in I don't work for months and then, suddenly, they need me because someone is in vacation or is ill, so they call me for 1 day, 3 days, 1 week and then I'm home for months again). I spent one day in the ER and three weeks of rest at home. I can't go on like this.
All of my friends are married and I'm too insecure to build a relationship.... I'm pitiful and I'm not my real self like that.
If you donate for my surgery, I'll try to pay my flight, the hotel or a room for the stay, and the food.
*How I Grew Up
I grew up from two divorced parents and an autistic brother. My mom threw her anger at me. Everytime she saw me, she told me I was fat and stole my money. She always made me feel insecure, the lack of a proper fatherly figure lead me to have issues in relashionships with guys.
I grew up miserable. Bulimic, anorexic, suicidal. My father died when I was 16, I was admitted for the first time in hospital that summer for attempting suicide and then even my granma passed away. I lost my house.
My mom's partner abused me... but she didn't left him for a long time after that. During my last year of high school, we had to pull my brother out of his facility, and I had to look after him. I risked not passing the finals. I could never attend College, because of him, because of money, because of my depression. I was a dancer. Dancing was the only thing I did for myself, but I had to quit that.
I always wanted to save money and leave, go build MY own life abroad. But I never found a stable long term job, so I was unable to save anything. Those manual jobs injured me to the point that I already have sciatica. Today I'm still here, I haven't accomplished anything of what I wanted to do in MY life. I have no money, I depend of those I'm given and I'm more and more depressed. The complicated relashionship I have with my mother makes me codependent to her in a sick way.
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Rome, Metropolitan City of Rome
