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I’ve admitted to having surgery and using Botox and fillers, and they still go on and on about it. Yet if you deny it or pretend you haven’t, they still try and out you. Journalists write that I’m so fake. Well, hello! I admit that I’m fake. So what?
    I had my first boob job when I was eighteen because I wanted bigger boobs, simple as that. I didn’t do it to please any man, I did it for myself. I didn’t hate my body, I just thought I would look better with bigger boobs. I had naturally been a 32B/C which is probably a reasonable size for most women, but I was making my living as a glamour model and felt that I didn’t look as sexy or womanly as the other glamour girls. And I had felt unhappy with my boobs long before I became a glamour model.
    To this day, I have not one single regret about having the surgery. My only regret is that I didn’t have one boob job which took me to the size I wanted to be straight away, because as soon as I had the first op, I realised I would have to have another – the new boobs just weren’t big enough. So, a year later I had another boob job, taking me to a 32D. I liked the size but I wanted to change the shape and, a year after that, had my third op which probably took me to a size 32DD. So, yes, three boob jobs in just over three years – not something I would have wanted ideally, but I finally got the boobs I wanted and they brought me a great deal of work and helped make me famous, so respect to the boobs!
    And I don’t care about what other people say, I do what I think is right for me. I don’t judge other people for the choices they make. My boobs needed doing so I got them done. I’m not killing myself. I’d rather have an anaesthetic, with the risks that can carry, than smoke. Yet lots of people smoke, knowing full well how bad it is for them. I know I’m not ugly but if there’s any room for improvement, I’ll do it. I’ve been given one life, and if I want to make the most of my body while I’m here then I will. I had lipo-suction once, but what a waste of time and money that was! It was extremely painful and didn’t even make any difference. I’ve had my lips done, too, but that wasn’t permanent and I took the piss out of myself for doing it as I knew they ended up looking like a duck’s bill! I called myself Daffy Duck. You can get permanent work done on your lips but I wouldn’t. And I’d never have a face lift. I’ve see how horrific that can look, and if you ruin your face there’s nothing you can do about it. I don’t want a face that looks like a stretched cat’s face. I’ve seen a lot of those in LA and it’s scary . . . And however line-free and taut the skin is after a face lift, there’s always the giveaway of that saggy rooster neck. So, no thanks, believe it or not I do want to age gracefully, and I accept that wrinkles are part of that. But while there are such things as Botox and fillers that can improve the way you look, then why not use them? I don’t see any harm in that.
    Anyway, back to December 2007. Back then I didn’t get nervous about surgery. I knew there were risks to having any operation and it wasn’t something to be taken lightly, but as far as I’m concerned, surgery happens every single day and you could just as easily die in a car crash, right? My opinion is different now after my experiences some six months later when I had to have more surgery, but back then it all seemed very straightforward to me – my boobs needed doing so that was that. And once I’d had a third child, they really, really needed redoing. End of.
    Garth knew exactly what I wanted my boobs to look like, but you can’t exactly choose what size you are going to be and say to the surgeon, ‘Right, make me into a 32D,’ because you don’t know how the implants are going to fit in with your existing breast tissue. I knew I was going to end up with a different scar after this surgery, called a keyhole or anchor scar which goes round the