1. Does 500cc's Of Silicone Really Change Your Life?

The year 2006 - I turned 21 and decided to change my life - I was going to... save the world? Travel to Africa to help the aids epidemic? No - I was going to get a boob job.

You see I've thought about this for as long as I could remember - if only I wasn't so afraid of needles, if only I had the money etc... I thought about it so much yet I never told a single soul. I find that. If it's something you're so hung up on the last thing you want to do is draw attention to it. So after years of wanting and wishing I finally decided enough was enough. It was the summer of 2004, I had finished college and sold my horse, my beloved Harvey, the last token of being young and free. Long gone were the days of dossing off college to go to the pub, drinking on week nights and riding round the beach all day - as I breathed in his horsey leathery smell for the last time I realised it wasn't just a horse I was letting go of, it was my childhood. Bring it on!!

With the money I got from the sale of Harvey I went and bought myself some new clothes perfect for interviews and headed off to London and became a PA to the head of a well known bookmakers. Within months I could see that my student years of living off £50 a week I made in the local nightclub had really made me tight with money, and as my sister put it - Jewish. She even has me saved on her phone as Horrowitz. Anyway - soon the money was piling up. As my friends were getting into debt with overdrafts and loans and credit cards (the thought of a credit card makes me shudder) I was secretly stacking up a pile of cash for 'The Op'.

My first year of work was harsh. Long hours, long commute, hard work, and a lot of blagging! After six months a new PA was brought in to work 'alongside' me - alongside my ass! More like trample on top of me, and jump on me until I am nothing but DUST. The girl knew nothing and being almost 10 years my senior had to act as if she knew it all. Of course she didn't and to cut a long blog short I spent the next 6 months or so crying every day at the unfairness of it all.

I had tried confronting her straight on, everything - nothing worked. Apparantly if you're only 20, blonde and from Essex you're always the dumbest in the room.

Finally one day I snapped. I quit my job with just enough money in my bank for The Op, some good experience and a lot of relief to be out of the situation.

I decided there and then that this was the point to have The Op. If I could walk out of my job with no fear (ok there was a little fear and I did call some well known employments agencies the minute I was out the door) then I could do this.

I know that people say - if you expect surgery to change your life then you will be disappointed but I definately haven't been. It's like when they cut me open on that table they didn't just put silicone in there - they implanted a mojo too! Things have turned crazy this year and I want to document them on here so that I can have a record of it to see how things have changed for me.

I have had my new boobs for 7 months now and the three of us are getting on just fine - I think it's going to be the start of a long and happy relationship.