I recently came back from our camping and snorkelling trip during the last two weeks of school holidays, but I can’t help but recall that for the three days stay at Coral Bay, colorfull beach babes in their bikinis, have been strolling all around the place. For a moment I thought t myself, why I didn’t do my sit ups religiously and my stretches. Not only that, my once upon a time bounty bossoms (thanks to breastfeeding) have now gone back to its normal state of being… that is… Not MUCH in there. It was daunting for a while to see myself in my own pair of bathers, unable to set my own standards higher.

So the day move on and decided I won’t let my eyes prey on my fellow holiday makers in the beach. The day after we got back to our much wanted home in Freo, my close friend Tita
came over for lunch and and during my initial account how colorful and lively and curvy the beach experience was, she gave me a dash of goss about someone (well, our fellow mate Sarah from down south, who just just came back from our own native land to have a boob job done. The thing is, as Tita said, she’s not quiet happy with it still.

Could be psychological, emotional or many other things, but take a look at celebrity plastic surgery, the world knows that there are lucky happy camper with their new investments and there are those not so happy and lucky with their own purchases.