Tummy Tuck: Tummy Tuck Surgery, also known as abdominoplasty, removes excess fat and skin from the abdomen, and, in most cases, restores weakened or separated muscles creating an abdominal profile that is smoother and firmer.
“BEAUTIFUL BABY, BULGING BELLY.”
I admit it…I let myself get huge, really huge. The thing is, you’re supposed to be eating for 2, but I ate like I was expecting quints. Instead of the 25 or so pounds my doctor said I should gain, I did like… 45 plus. Each time I was pregnant. Which was three. I have the most wonderful kids in the world, but my last, was my last. It left my stomach…well…believe me, you don’t want to see what’s under my sweats. I don’t want to live in a belly binder, I just want a better belly.
“IS “FLUBBIER” A WORD?”
There’s fat. And fatter. And chubby…and soft and jiggly and…I don’t even remember what normal is. My skin really hangs over where I had a C-section. I feel like my neighbor’s Shar-Pei. Except not cute. Skinny jeans? Fat Chance. My stomach isn’t just hanging over, it’s stubbornly standing (or more disgustingly) sitting its ground. It’s persistent. Resistant to all and everything I try to do to dump it. What need is Flab Blasters. If such a thing existed.
“FORGET 6 PACK. I’D SETTLE FOR A 3 PACK.”
I’d say I’m a realistic guy. I don’t have a Rock or Zac Ephron or Channing Tatum complex. Working out even an hour or two seems plenty, if I put myself into it. I really work it. Should give my gut some shape…right? But for me, just running on the treadmill feels like being in a Bouncy House. My pooch is just pathetic. My confidence gone. Getting a Tummy Tuck isn’t really vanity as much as wanting to look better, and yes, feel sexier. (Who doesn’t want that if they were to really admit it?) Come on, guys, raise your hands…
“WHEN SUCK IT IN TURNS TO SUCK IT UP.”
I look in the mirror and it’s “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s got the most grotesque stomachof them all?” I just want to stay in my closet and brood. (Which, of course, does absolutely nothing.) I just feel like I just can’t bare it anymore. And I’m certainly not brave enough to literally bare any of it. (Naked is nasty.) I googled (a national addiction) post-partum and other unbecomingly bloated looking bellies and there were plenty of women it seems, who claim to be proud of their stretch-marked pudges. I’m not one of them. I look at my gut, and feel like I’m doomed.
“I JUST WANT SOME FLAT BACK.”
I had thought about getting a Tummy Tuck for as long as my stomach stuck out like a balloon. But it was a big step, and I wanted some answers. My trainer at the gym told me, flat out, the only plastic surgeon to see was Dr. Thomas A. Narsete. Beyond his skill and expertise, he spent a lot of time with me explaining how a Tummy Tuck is a safe, viable way to turn a round, unattractive, protruding abdomen into a flat, sculpted one, improving the front and profile appearance. How it could also minimize the bulging waistline and reduces tummy circumference. He made sure I understood that it wasn’t a jump-start or quick fix and that there were no miraculous transformations. I got it. And I went ahead and got the surgery. Find out how Dr. Narsete can help you. Call now for an appointment. It will be a huge relief. Promise.