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!

My friend pushed me to the next stage, as she had her breasts lifted after breastfeeding. \"What if aesthetic surgery helps me?\" – I thought. And then I started to surf the Internet. I could have never expected to find so many \"sisters\" in my misery. I had been chatting in forums for 1.5 years. Some girls, as me, just chatted and collected information, hesitating to proceed with any action, and some really did and had operations.

I saw pictures of legs with inserted implants. Calves got bigger, but they seemed so unnatural, that I could never agree to have some foreign stuff placed inside me as implants. Then girls started writing more on lipofilling, i.e. implantation of own fat into calves. The photos looked quite natural as well. And I finally made up my mind.

Good reviews and recommendations on the web-site lead me to a clinic and I signed up for an appointment with the plastic surgeon. A week of waiting… and here I go, with my skinny legs trembling and my head going dizzy! Now I realize, I had nothing to fear. At the appointment, the doctor explained everything to me: where they take the fat from, how it is placed along the calf, how much time it takes to recover – he answered to all my questions. We agreed on everything and set the date of the surgery. Every day of these three weeks, I thought about the operation, and I could not imagine how I would feel with my new legs! To be honest, I was ready to suffer all this time during the surgery and after it, during the recovery stage, but there was no need to! Everything passed smoother than I had expected.

Staying in my room before the surgery I felt quite nervous – to say the least. And then, after having talked to the anesthetist – he told me about the anesthesia, and that I won’t feel anything during the operation – I calmed down a bit. The nurses encouraged me, and after the operation was over and I woke up from narcosis, they took care of me and made me feel better. I was so grateful to them! When I woke up completely, the surgeon came to see me. I cannot clearly recall what he told me, but he was smiling and this helped me calm down. Actually my legs were bandaged and I could not see the result. After a while, I realized I’d have to be more patient. At first, I did feel like a handicapped person: the nurses helped me to get up and walk. I had a very cozy room there: the bed was remote controlled, I had a TV, and the meals were good.

I really hadn’t expected everything to go this way. Now four months have already passed and my legs look absolutely stunning! They were swollen at first, but now my surgeon says I can even wear heels. I have not yet overcame the \"complex\" in my head, but I love my legs so much that can\’t help smiling when I look at them. Now I know what it feels like when dreams come true. I so much appreciate the work of the clinic team, and I’m grateful to my surgeon for my happiness. God bless his hands!

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