Hi, my name is Brad. I am a 33 year old male from Sydney Australia. My aim and goal for this blog is to share my Plastic Surgery experience, step by step. 
 Whilst researching cosmetic procedures I believed would benefit my face, I stumbled upon copious amounts of information available on the internet. In fact their is so much information and misinformation, that you can feel overwhelmed, and scared away from the entire process. There are many forums and communities which detail personal stories and experiences…but unfortunately a disprortionate amount of these experiences are negative as they are patients who have had an unsatisfactory outcome, and are seeking advice or reassurance from others. Reading some of these experiences can put you off Plastic Surgery for life. My ultimate plan for this blog is to detail things exactly how they are. Exactly how I experienced them. I will cover everything including my inner thoughts and emotions, both before and after my surgery. There will be no holding back. If you have any questions you would like to ask me privately, you can contact me on webmaster@chinimplant.com.au

For me, plastic surgery was always going to happen. It was one of many objectives on a long list of things I wanted to experience before I die. Watching shows like “Extreme Makeover” and “The Swan” only fuelled my desire to have my own make over some day. Weird thing is, there was nothing I “REALLY REALLY” hated about my appearance. But obviously there are features about my appearance that have occured with age that I am not happy with, otherwise I would have never gone to this extreme. Overall, my appearance has had no huge negative impact on my life, besides the occasional cringe whilst looking at my double chin in photos. I have never been teased or taunted about any particular physical feature (well except for my receding hair line, but that’s an entirely different story)..and in our older age, my brother and I joke about our genetically inherited double chins…but overall, I was not extremely concerned about my physical appearance. … BUT,  I am sure like many, there are a few improvements I would like to make to my appearance. Aging gracefully is not an option for me
  As for morals and taboo’s on Plastic Surgery, well…I don’t have any. Zero. If someone would like to make an improvement to themself, then what is the big deal? Obviously there are limits, and some people do go overboard with plastic surgery (like that Cat Woman). We spend thousands of dollars fixing our cars or homes when they are damaged or age, why should we feel guilty or embarrassed about wanting to fix ourselves!? We are in our own body 24/7. We also have no control over our genetics. And sometimes the gene pool can be cruel. Our appearance, along with persona is a significant representation of our being. Our Avatar. So like I say, I have zero moral ambiguities when it comes to the plastic surgery itself. The technology is available, and has been refined through out the decades, why be a shamed to use it!?

Guilt and embarrassment. I realise this title alone contradicts what I have written above, but please hear me out. If there was one thing playing on my mind (besides the obvious nerves) before deciding to go ahead with my surgery, was guilt. I felt guilty that I would be dropping $13k on something that was not 100% a necessity. Especially when there are people such as my mother and brother who are struggling financially. I realised if I decided NOT to proceed with my Plastic Surgery, and donate the money to my mother instead, she would never accept. She has already rejected my financial support in the past. As for my brother, I don’t believe giving him money will help his cause. He needs to change his lifestyle if he wants to get ahead. And then you think about all those starving children in 3rd world countries who are struggling to eat…and here I am wasting money on something as fickle as vanity. Yes, it’s a cruel world! Guilt was a very hard emotion for me to overcome. And let me tell you something, I am no bleeding heart!

And I won’t lie, I also felt some embarrassment. Not so much because I care what people think, or maybe deep down I do? I decided to keep things to myself and girlfriend anyway. I told close family and friends I was having my wisdom teeth removed, which gives me an excuse to vanish for a few weeks to heal. My girlfriend is fully supportive of my quest for Plastic Surgery, but I think deep down she figured I would never have the balls to go through with it all. In retrospect she would be very wrong, this once

If I was to tell my Dad I was going to have Plastic Surgery, I feel he will doubt my sanity. Which I’m sure he already does. My Dad is from an era in time where only the rich and famous have Plastic Surgery. Why the hell would his son need it?? When or if he does eventually find out, I will just tell him I was unhappy with the genetic hand I was dealt. (I love to stir him up) I know for sure my brother and sister will be all for it. They have both been vocal on their opinions of Plastic Surgery in the past. I am really not sure how my mother will react. But I believe with some of the family secrets that have been revealed in recent times, nothing will shock her anymore. But at this stage, I really don’t want to stress her out about it. As for close friends, I honestly don’t care what they think. (not that I don’t care for their values or opinions) For now I won’t say anything unless they notice. They know I am not a conventional man, so I doubt anyone will be surprised.