From as far back as my early youth I used to look at myself in the mirror and see quite an attractive girl. I had a cute face and a slim body, but the look would always stop at my legs and calves. "Too skinny" – I thought. Of course, my jeans had always been my salvation as I hid my legs in them. I could wear a short skirt only in my dreams. But this could not last for ever, and once I made up my mind to act. First it was gym: I was grimly determined to train my calves, but at my very first session I heard from the trainer that it is the most hard-growing and hard-to-train muscle in the human body as it is involved in walking every day and its natural shape can hardly be corrected. Yes, it was not that comforting!

Hi! I’m April. By telling my story I want to give a ray of hope to those suffering because of their physical imperfections.

It all began when I went to the elementary school – that’s when I started being concerned with my jaw noticing that it was somewhat “different”. My lower jaw was protruding. But back then I had no idea what was to become of my life because of that shortcoming…

I started seriously thinking of mammoplasty after my second child was born – when after breastfeeding there was nothing left of my chest – just two leather baggies size A.

I did knee liposuction when I was already 25 years old, although I’d realized what kind of problem I’ve got with my legs all along. And I wasn’t a happy person with it.

My life was pretty happy and careless and I can’t say I was ever too conscious of my looks until my last year at high school somebody caught me on camera in profile. Given the fact I also stooped a bit when the picture was taken, the effect was kind of dreadful. When I looked at the picture: I was like… oh, my God! Am I an ogress or what?