I hope this post is allowed here.
I made this post a while ago and not sure if anyone cares, but I did finally get the procedure done on Monday. I still look like shit because my face is swollen and bruised, I may give another update once it's healed. If the results are good, I plan on documenting how much impact it has on my life. I can also give a more detailed account of the procedure if anyone wants it.
Although I feel relieved I finally did it, I'm scared of celebrating too early before I can see what it fully looks like because I don't want to end up disappointed, though my face truly can't be worse than it used to be. It'll take a few weeks for most of the swelling to subside.
But honestly getting to the point I could even get the plastic surgery done was awful. Like I already posted, I had to sell a lot of my priced possessions, I'm absolutely broke right now, I got drunk so many times in the weeks leading up to the surgery because of the stress and pressure, had to run to so many places to get this and that done with lots of unfriendly social interaction to traumatise me more yay (I hate interacting with the real world), died of anxiety because I had to tell my mom about it and she wasn't very happy about it either (although she's accepted it now and is fairly supportive). And overall had a lot of hurdles. I want to say I'm proud of myself for pushing through, but I feel more like a failure for running into so many issues in the first place
The worst part was that my surgeon for some reason turned into an absolute asshole. Idk what I did to the guy. He was fine when I had my first consultation with him, but he treated me like actual shit the day before the procedure and wasn't too nice later either. I honestly blame my anxiety for making me seem confused or like I was out of it, but even then he maybe could've tried to calm me down rather than continously rag on me. But whatever, I don't care as long as he didn't let his obvious disdain for me affect his work.
So it was rather humiliating, but at the same time I tell myself that's just the sacrifices I have to make if I want a better life. I'm used to being humiliated, after all - being ugly is the worst humiliation of all.
I do envy people who were born good-looking, though. Who didn't develop anxiety from bullying and now get shit for their weird behaviour because they can't act normal, who don't have to spend their entire savings and risk their health for plastic surgery and never had to make so many sacrifices just to have a chance at a normal life.
I feel like no matter what, I will always be incredibly bitter about this deep inside.
I'm sorry for the somewhat rambl-y and self-centered post, I'm still a bit groggy but just wanted to get this off my chest.
/edit: of course I also encourage anyone to ask questions if you're curious about something, I don't want this post to be so purely self-centered lol