By Ajay Rochester……..the unedited version of my surgery diary first seen in OK magazine.

Feb 14th a few years ago.
OMG. Somebody pinch me or better yet, punch me cause that’s how I feel…..like I’ve been punched in the guts by Mike Tyson. My alleged boyfriend, over what was supposed to be a romantic meal, announced in an “I’m such a one of a kind guy” tone of voice, that he really did love me because when we first started dating, he confessed that the sight of my very fresh post major weight loss body had utterly repulsed him to the point of embarrassment. He then went on to attempt to convince me that I had to admit (to whom?? I might ask) that MOST men would be turned off by my body. And he, the hero that he was, loved me DESPITE my body. W@nker! Next!

April 12th 2008 – Great China Wall
(Now single…..no surprise there!)
It’s funny the topics you cover after seven hours of walking the Gobi Desert. The most exciting thing today, apart from long stretches of sand and the occasional wind storm was a dead pig’s head, Lord of the Flies style sitting alone and dismembered in the desert. Where was the rest of it and how it got there were all questions I wanted to ask but can’t speak Chinese to ask our guide so settled for taking photographs that I knew Kai would love.

Funny how that then got R, a journalist onto the subject of whether or not I would have breast and tummy surgery, having lost a whole person (or two soapie stars) off my body. I said that I wanted it but that it just wasn’t in my budget right now (read probably never) but that if I ever got the chance to do it I would jump at it. She said she might know someone who would do it for me and to leave it with her.

I did.

December 1st 2008
Okay I am the first to admit that my boobs are not exactly where they were when they first appeared at the tender age of thirteen and yes when I take my bra off they do roll out like long red carpets at an opening. When lacking a belt I could probably wrap them around my waist and they would work a treat. There is nothing worse than thinking you look really hot in a sexy cocktail dress and then go to the bathroom to discover you have one nipple facing north and another south west. Particularly when there are paparazzi around or a potential boyfriend coupled with a cold day. Not good. And my stomach…well let me just say this: when I run on the soccer field, that slapping sound is not the crowd clapping their hands at my Beckham brilliance..it is in fact a fold of skin that just has nowhere to go but up and down.

Now I know this is funny (peculiar not haha) territory and there’s a lot to be said for loving the skin you’re in and that’s okay if I didn’t have enough skin for me and the bloody Brady Bunch. I would make a very tasty meal for Hannibal Lecter. In fact, he’d probably never need to kill again. All he’d need is a nice Chianti to wash it all down.. Mmmmmm mmmmm.

I have done years and years of hard work on my body AND my mind (although who could tell haha) restoring it to its former glory (okay yeah I know, what former glory?!!), so why shouldn’t I get it fixed? I’m not talking a nose job or chiselled dimpled chin, I’m talking about repairing the damage I did when in a very different phase of my life – one of complete and utter hopeless self abuse. And now that I am healing emotionally there seems to me no reason to not heal myself fully physically.

And so with absolutely no reservation (well maybe just a few) I finally ring Dr Norris to get my bits fixed. Now this is not something I’ve just done on a whim. I have been reading articles and doing my research on this for years. I’ve even done quite a bit of hands on research last being seen exiting a toilet cubicle after feeling up a cheerleader from the Melbourne Storm whose fiancé had given her a set for an engagement present. Love it! Forget the ring just give me boobs – the gift that keeps on giving. I’ve seen good jobs and bad jobs. I have compiled a list of villains and a list of heroes and when my friend the journalist mentioned her friend the doctor I quickly checked him out and lo and behold he was on the heroes list. I already knew his work and it was good!

December 27th 2008
Meeting Dr Norris

Was on my way to Melbourne to spend xmas with friends so I had Kai in tow. Not the best way to meet the guy who is going to slice and dice you and give you new belly and boobs but we single working mothers do the best we can and this was the only time I could get in to see him.

I was definitely nervous and in so much of a rush I not only forgot to wear sexy knickers but had on a crappy old bathing suit cause I was dressed for the comfort of plane travel not boob and belly inspection.

His office was in this gorgeous building overlooking the ocean – good boobs are big business or big boobs are good business…whatever…I don’t care as long as I look hot when he’s finished with em then I will be happy.

First up he was much younger than I first imagined. He had this fantastic mess of hair – a little like Amadeus. Maybe he is the Mozart of body tansformation….who knows??? He was very open, enthusiastic, empathetic for all I have gone through both physically and emotionally but what stuck out the most was that this man truly has a passion for transforming women’s bodies (and lives) for the better. This wasn’t about the money for him, this was about women helping find themselves again after years of heart break and pain.

He asked about a million questions starting from health background to pretty much my entire life story. He asked about my weight loss and I silently high fived myself when he asked, with such an amazing weight loss result, if there had been a gastric banding involved. No way baby, just sheer hard work and determination. I am legend!!!

We talked and talked and he asked why I wanted to make the changes and what my expectations were. I explained that it was crazy to have done all this hard work and to still have bits of my body let me down. To have my breasts hang down around my navel is depressing and makes me never ever want to get naked with anyone until it’s fixed. And the loose skin around my tummy is like a bloody builder’s tool belt. I could carry a drill, hammer and an entire spanner set and still have some room for Bob the builder’s hard hat!

After spilling my guts for about half an hour he said he thought I was the perfect candidate for the both a boob job and tummy tuck. We kicked Kai out of the room and I had to get my gear off…..oh my gawd!!! Took a deep breath and said the only thing I have said a million times before, “The only way out is through”.

It took all of about thirty seconds to be completely at ease. He looked at my boobs like a scientist examines amoeba. Complete and utter or should I say udder hahaha sorry….no he was totally doctorish. He showed me how much of my tummy was just loose skin (all of it) and he bent my boobs in a way that showed how they would look after he had fixed them. He showed me where he would cut and where the scars would be and explained that whilst he’s fixing some of the bits that aren’t how I like them there is a very real cost of risk, pain, recovery and of course scarring. He needed to make sure I was ready – not just physically but emotionally.

It’s taken me a long time to get to this point. Where the idea of having my nipples cut off and reattached and having a huge chunk cut out of my gut and the idea of having permanent scars on my funbags is ok with me. But the thing is it’s about what you want more. I want to wear nice backless dresses and have a flat tummy (the one I have done a million sit ups to get) and great looking boobs. I want to get naked and not have bits of my body dragging along the floor like some weird kind of saggy boobed plasma creature. I don’t want to rely on the missionary position because that’s the only way my loose bits disappear and that’s another story for another time but the fat does NOT disappear…….it just falls around you like some Exxon Valdez oil spin. .

I pulled my undies back up, put my bra back on and got dressed and let Kai in. Dr Norris explained the risks and the procedures and recovery time and said I was to not make a decision today (even though I had already done so). We agreed to meet again in the new year to take the next step and on our way out Kai and I had a bit of a grope of the silicone boobs on the table. Kai thought they were hilarious and oh my god there were some big ones…some that would make Dolly Parton’s boobs look like quail eggs on a hot plate. Note to self: Don’t get them!

I went away so excited and just wish I could get everything done now. I know I am right to wait till I lose the last few kilos and anyway I have to finish filming the series cause I need at least a month to recover. But it is so so so so so exciting and I just can’t wait.

Yeeha!!!

I’m too sexy for my boobs too sexy for my boobs too sexy…..yeah baby!!!!

3rd April 2009
Well I was all willing to give up my seat at The Logies so I could get into this surgery when the magazines went completely feral. I am serious. I had people ringing me and threatening me that this was a small town, that people had long memories and threats of certain people ruining me if I didn’t do the story with them. OMG when did me doing something good for myself and helping other women wanting to know about this become something so putrid?

Have decided to put it on hold until everyone goes and sits on the naughty step and calms down. This is supposed to be about me healing my life, people!! And at the end of the day no amount of money means more than me doing this the right way for the right reason at the right time. This is supposed to be a positive experience and I won’t do it until it is.

September 27th 2009
Okay, well this year didn’t quite turn out the way I had planned it and now I find myself with some time up my sleeve. I was supposed to be hosting Celebrity Fit Club USA but I didn’t get my visa in time and so I lost the job. Bugger!

Anyway, not to be deterred I’ve been hiking Runyon Canyon in LA every day and am looking pretty good or as good as I can look keeping my clothes on or without a decent dose of airbrushing. Think I am ready to get the cut and tuck.
And this time the plan is to do it calmly and positively.

Did a glamour shoot with my friend Christian after he harassed me every day, told him to not go crazy on the airbrushing, he did… and yes there was full disclosure on the airbrushing btw… but this story was meant to be about how far I have come and the next story was meant to be the “what lies beneath the glamour” ….a story where I was going to share my not so great bits and then have my surgery to fix them.

Mid October 2009
OMG How could this go so wrong? The shots I did earlier this year, pulling my stomach out and showing off my loose skin (shots I was going to use to share my surgery story) have been splashed across the world before I was ready. OMG now every boyfriend I have ever had and every boyfriend I will ever have is going to see all of me before I even have a chance to charm him with my wit!!!! And it’s not that I am ashamed of it but I just wasn’t quite ready to share this and I really only wanted to share my wobbly bits after they were gone from my body.

Late October 2009
Went on a date and after a few cocktails the guy couldn’t resist blurting out that he had googled me and seen my excess skin story. OMG Cheque please. Next!

November 10th
Have set a date for my surgery and fly back to Oz in a few days. …..there’s a bit edited out here but I will put that back in soon so check back!!!!

Sat Nov 14th
Fly back in from LA to Oz and go straight to Dr Norris. He asks me if I am ready and I say yes. We take loads of before pictures and we talk about breast size I want to end up as. He reckons I could carry quite a large boob but I have been big for so much of my life I really just want to be small. Not two boiled eggs in a hanky kind of small but just normal. We look at some more pictures of boobs and I show him what I prefer and the last thing I remember him saying is, “I just don’t want you to wake up and wish you were bigger.”

My friend and I go and eat the biggest guilt free pasta of my life (well, it’s not going to end up on my stomach now is it?) and I can’t help but keep grabbing my excess flesh and wonder what I will look and feel like once it is gone.

BTW I have THE MOST hilarious footage I am going to share with you of this but I am going to put it on Healthy Body Club so you will have to join up to see it…good news is we have a special where you can join for free!!!!!!!!!! For 3 whole months!!!!! So hurry up and do that and I will put the footage up later this week……

Sunday Nov 15th
Pack my bags, say good bye or Au revoir to Kai and get an early night. I am so excited.

16th Nov 2009
Surgery day

Ring Kai and he says good luck and that he loves me. I know he is nervous and that is the worst part – knowing he is worried. I ring his school and let them know what is going on today and to take extra care of him. I tell him that everything will be ok and that I will speak to him tomorrow.

Dr Norris comes and reassures me. We talk a while longer and he comments that I am not as nervous as most people are. I explain to him that I am so ready to have this operation and that I trust him implicitly. From the moment I met him I knew he was the right man – he is so passionate about the healing process, not just about the physical difference but about the difference it will make to me on the inside.

Sitting on the bed alone, waiting to be taken down to theatre I wish I had a friend here with me. And now I wish there was going to be someone there when I wake up but I know there isn’t. I didn’t want Kai to see me so out of it but I do wish one of my friends had thought it a good idea to be there. Oh well. C’est la vie.

I next see Dr Norris down in the theatre and this is where he draws all over my body with a black marker. He had asked me to wear a sexy pair of knickers that I expect to wear afterwards so he can hide the scar underneath. I proudly drop my robe and he looks at them and says, “I told you to wear something small”. Haha I thought my newly and proudly purchased Elle McPherson intimates WERE small. If you saw the size of the underpants I have been wearing the last nine years you would think these were miniscule. Dr Norris explained that some women wore tiny g strings in and I couldn’t help but laugh at the world I have inhabited for so long : Land of the giant underpants people!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. It’s Nannazilla!!!!!!!

Dr Norris is finished using his sharpie (he hasn’t signed his art work yet) and I now look like one of those scientific diagrams of a side of beef. I am one pork rolled roast ready for the oven. OMG this is it. Dr Norris squeezes my hand, I am ready to go, I say one last good bye to my floppy boobs and saggy belly and in the blink of an eye the anaesthetist does his thing and I am g-o-o-o-ne!

7 hours later….. I wake up. I can’t feel anything and feel very alert. I survived! Dr Norris tells me everything went brilliantly, faster than they thought and asks if they want me to call anyone. Call Kai I say, call Kai. Tell him I’m okay. That’s all I care about – that he knows I am okay. I fall asleep again and the next thing I remember is it being the very next day….my how time flies when you are having…..um….a boobjob and tummy tuck! Haha.

The day after
The first thing I do is look at my boobs. OMG they are ginormous! Seriously bigger than Dolly Parton. Almost as big as Jordan. I remember Dr Norris saying “I don’t want you to be disappointed” but this is insane. I’m a freak. I try to not panic and wonder if I will ever get used to them, maybe they will bring back Baywatch and I can be the new Pamela. Thankfully Dr Norris comes in right then, sees the look on my face and knows exactly what I am thinking. He tells me my breasts are extremely swollen and they will NOT be anywhere near that size. He says it went well, that I will be very happy and to remember that it’s a big operation, I might get a bit teary today or tmrw but to just remember that in a week or two I will feel very different. I’m off my face on morphine and so apart from turning him into a purple caterpillar I have no choice but to drift in and out of sleep for the next few hours.

Kai came to visit and he too thinks my boobs are ginormous but I reassure him I am not going to look like “one of those mums…..” MILF I think is the term, but I tell him there’s lots of bandages etc and to not worry about it. He gives me his toy penguin to cuddle when he is not there (oh my god he is so cute), gives me a tender kiss and I drift in and out of sleep and when I wake he is gone.

Day 3
I feel much more awake today, the pain is not too bad thanks to my good friend Mr Morphine (or whatever is in it….I don’t really care as long as it keeps coming). But that’s the thing. Today is the day they start to slow down the meds and get me moving. Noooooooooooooooooooo. All my purple caterpillar friends at the end of my bed don’t want to go away. But they do and when the nurse tells me today is the day I have to get up out of bed I am afraid. I can’t see the scar on my tummy as it is bandaged up but I have seen the boobs and the sight of stitches around my nipples makes me afraid of what it looks like ‘down there”.

Well getting up out of the bed and into the chair next to it can really only be described as well, I don’t they can print the words I would use so suffice it to say it bloody hurt. Basically my stomach feels like a small piece of cellophane stretched over a salad bowl to keep the greens from wilting. Yes my skin feels so tight I can’t sit straight. I walk all hunched over and everyone assures me I WILL stretch out but it just takes time.

Day 4
I always knew this week would be the hardest and every time I force myself to get out of bed I remind myself what it was like to be over 100 kilos and wanting to be 60. I used to say, “the only way out is through” and it is the same here. I walk ten metres and feel like I’ve run a marathon. But every day I get a little further and on day five when I make it all the way up the hallway to the coffee shop I buy a chocolate and an ice cream and I eat them both before heading back hoping that what I had cut off I don’t ever put back on. The ice cream won’t help, I know! But everyone gets ice cream in hospital – it’s the law!

I finally get a chance to see my tummy scar and well, it’s with mixed feelings. I look a little like Frankenbride. I am cut from side to side. I am stitched up everywhere and I have a fake belly button with stitches poking out. My whole body is so swollen I look like the Michelin man and even though Dr Norris has warned of all of this I am in shock. I have a cry, just as Dr Norris predicted. I wish I could walk to the cafeteria to buy more chocolate but I don’t have it in me. I cuddle Kai’s penguin and go to sleep.

Day 5, 6 and 7
Kai has come to stay at the hospital with me for a few days (don’t ask) and the nurses have been so cute and made him a little fold out bed….ah the joys of being a single mum…sometimes you just have to do the best you can do. But Kai has been my little angel and helps me in and out of bed, runs and gets us chocolate from the shop (it’s medicinal) and he has kept me company because I am now so bored I want to get out of here. Dr Norris save meeeeee!!!!!!!

Day 8
Freedom. Home. Woohoo although once I am there I wonder what my rush was. Being a single mother AND recovering from this surgery is going to be tough. I realise I don’t have any groceries in the house and ring my friend who had arranged to help me this week. I had a few friends offer to take the week off work but one of my friends was off work anyway and said she’d be around to be my nurse. I ring her and ask if she can grab me some food for Kai and it’s then that she tells me she had a last minute change of plans and is now going away for the week. Oh dear. I am in deep sh*t. Oh well, just like everything else in my life I suck it up and get on with the job at hand.

Day 9
Two days out of hospital I walk one hundred metres up the road to the bus stop stopping five times to get my breath back. I go to the supermarket, buy a few bags of groceries, push them in a trolley to the bus stop and head home all the while wincing in pain every time the bus goes over a bump. (Oh why didn’t I catch a cab you may ask? Well that will also be covered shortly but once again check back in a few weeks for the details…can’t give you all the goss in one hit!!! All I can say right now is three days after my surgery money I thought I had coming in to live off over the next few months suddenly didn’t happen thus leaving me with no money whilst recovering from my surgery….ah….life is a journey isn’t it?) And like a said…no other choice but to take half a cup of cement and harden the f up!!!!! Deal with Ajay!!! Deal with!

Anyway, there I am off the bus and with only 3 bags of groceries and I hear Dr Norris in my head saying, “Do NOT lift ANYTHING.” Surely that doesn’t include food? But I cross the road and realise he is right. I CAN’T lift anything even if I tried.

So there I am sitting on the footpath in the summer sun, wondering what to do with the groceries and wondering if I was even going to make it home without my guts falling out onto the pavement. Oh dear. This is another fine mess I have gotten myself into.

Then a lesson I have learnt this whole last year….just when you think things are their worst, the kindness of strangers touches your life. A young girl in her twenties (how very cougar of me to say that) walks by and asks if I am all right. My independent stubborn self wants to say I’m fine but I know I am not. I explain my situation and she grabs the groceries and walks me home.

I thank her a thousand times and realise there are good people in the world.

Day 11
Kai’s dad drops in a letter that came to his place. I am getting Kai off to school, rip open the envelope and look at a pathology report from Dr Norris. I read the jargon and all I can make out in my I left high school before graduating understanding is that a specimen was taken from my breast and it was checked for cancer. My stomach falls somewhere around my feet. I read numbers and phrases and with shaking hands I type some of them into google. It is then that I self diagnose that I have stage 3 breast cancer and only a few months to live. My legs give way under me. I try to smile and push Kai out the door to walk to school (we live at the end of the same street). I sit on the edge of the lounge quaking in fear recalling all the charity work I have done with breast cancer survivors and those who have lost the ones they have loved. I wonder how they felt and coped with this very moment.

Oh god I am so scared. What will happen to Kai?

I text Dr Norris asking him if I have cancer. I ring my local doctor and get through to her straight away. I read out the form and she tells me it is just a billing code and that they probably take routine samples and test them all the time.

I feel a little better but it is not until a few hours later that I see Dr Norris at a pre arranged appointment. He walks in the room, asks how I am and I burst into tears.
He hadn’t got my text and didn’t know the agonizing few hours I had been through. He explained that I did NOT have cancer, in fact that I had very healthy breasts but that they did take routine samples ensuring that on the odd occasion if someone did have cancer cells they would have early detection and thus save their life. He had told me on our first meeting but it was so long ago I just forgot. Turns out it was all just a storm in a c cup. However I know have even more admiration for those who do go through that very real nightmare and vow to do even more for the Breast Cancer Network of Australia.

Week three
Kai and I are in a good routine and I go back to see Dr Norris. He is happy with my progress, my boobs are now not so swollen and he tells me I can go for short walks. Short walks? I am flat pressed getting to the toilet without needing a break, I still can’t stand upright and walking to the kitchen to make Kai macaroni cheese is about all I can manage for now but I vow to push myself a little further. Maybe I am just being lazy but Dr Norris explains that all of my energy is going to healing my body and when I am fine my normal fitness will return to me like it had never left. Well…can it hurry up please? I am not sued to being a sloth. I just don’t like it.

Week Four
Stitches out. Swelling still going down. Have to wear a sports bra day and night for six weeks and that I am well and truly over. I have elastic bandages for my boobs and my tummy that are kind of like girdles and they too have to be on 24/7. I’m sorry, but Hollywood stars have a lot to answer for!!! You too Dr 90210! You make this surgery look like a quick walk through the park. Make no mistake this is a big decision and one women not only have to understand fully but be prepared for. But maybe the tv shows don’t want you to know the pain of recovery. Would you still go through with it? I know I would because the pain I lived with during my years of obesity is worth a few more weeks of pain to be rid of forever.

My friends mum has come and stayed for a few days (go Rent – a – Mum!) and it has made such a big difference. Having someone do the hard stuff around the house is allowing me to luxury of actually healing. Wow, it is amazing. I’ve actually been able to save my energy and go for a walk or two.

Week Five
Dr Norris has been great and wonderfully supportive. I have felt bad for not exercising more but he explains each person is different and that all the work I am doing as a mother (washing, drying, cooking, cleaning blah blah blah) is more than what most people do. Most people lie on the lounge recovering while their husbands or loved ones do everything for them. I am exhausted before I even contemplate going for a walk. But I have got out a couple of times and barring feeling exhausted the next day feel like there is light at the end of the tunnel. He has recommended I swim in the ocean but here’s the thing I am terrified of sharks so that option is out for now unless I get a brain transplant…..probably should have got one of those anyway. Oh well!

Week Six
Sports bra off. Yay. Girdle off. Double Yay. Stretchy bra bandage off. Triple Yay! My boobs are now their normal size and they look hot. Best of all they sit upright without a bra…..My tummy is not swollen anymore and the scar is tiny and will get smaller over time….and it is well hidden under sexy knickers…..bring on the g strings people!!! I am using Bio Oil like it is going out of style as well as any other magic creams I can get my hands on. I leave Dr Norris and make my way into the first bikini shop I can find. I try on a string bikini like I have never been able to wear before without my bits hanging out the side like a melted candle. OMG! My boobs look amazing. My stomach is flat and even though there are still some stretch marks I don’t care. I am normal….not only am I normal but I’m kinda hot. If I was a bloke I reckon I’d look twice…

Oh and I went swimming at Clovelly. Well, when I say “swimming” it was more like getting the in water, half drowning and wondering where my legs were. It took me a while to remind my body how to move but once I did it was so good to be in the water.

Week Seven
Am now staying with my cousin till heading back to LA and she is little Miss fitness freak. It’s great cause she’s been dragging me out on walks and every day I can walk longer and faster and every day there is less pain. I now only have occasional pain, I do get hot or itchy skin while the nerves are repairing but that will go away. I now can’t wait to go for a run. I tried yesterday but my tummy hurt a bit but I am now determined to go for a run this weekend.

My boobs are looking good and the scar on my tummy is fading every day and I tried on a g string and guess what? It can be hidden. Go figure! I have the tiniest scars on my boobs and let me tell you I have seen pictures of reconstructions but this is the best work I have ever seen. Dr Norris you rock!
I am now so glad I have had this done. The pain has been worth it and in a few weeks and a few months and a few years it will be a tiny blip in my new healthy life.

Photo shoot day. 13th January 2010.
The OK shoot

Have to admit I was fairly nervous. For a start, this is the first time in just under 8 weeks I have bothered to even dress up in something other than tracky daks. Secondly it’s probably the first time I’ve put on make up and actually brushed my hair. I’ve been so focused on recovering and I guess frustrated that I didn’t recover faster that this really is the first time I have actually “seen” my body the way it really is.

The word of the day was “Oh my God”. And seriously, “Oh my god.” This is THE first time in who knows how many years I have not worn my big nanna underpants OR stockings or swimmers (yes I have a few techniques) to hide the belly rolls. The funny thing is I packed them “just in case”. Just in case what? In case I fell face first into a pie truck on the way there and it came thundering back to my tummy? I don’t know but I just wasn’t ready to leave them at home.

I really find myself speechless. From seeing jeans and saying “they are too small they will never fit me” and the stylist saying “let’s just try”(and they did fit) to wearing a strapless (!!) bikini top without my boobs looking like two tennis balls hanging in sports socks to jumping in the pool and getting out without having to tuck my boobs and my belly back into the bikini…wow what a day.

I felt like Cinderella…but more importantly I felt like I went to sleep all those weeks ago and today I woke up as that woman I set out to become 9 years ago. And I did get a bit teary and had I not had a face full of make up I didn’t want to ruin, the truth is I might have howled. The self hatred and loathing I had carried on my body was devastating. At the depth of my obesity was a life of pain I was running from by eating myself to death. When I healed my life, my mind and my heart, my body still carried the reminder of that pain and to have “that” person taken away from me forever was like a death AND a birth.

Today I start my new life as the person I set out to be – a healed, healthy woman who loves and respects herself and who strives to live her life the very best it can be.

I am so grateful to Dr Norris for giving me this gift. I can’t even say I have my old life back because even before I became obese I was hurting. But now, healed on every level I am truly born again: a brand new person with the world at her feet.

Now I must go….I have a date with a bonfire and some really big underwear!

Looks like 2010 is going to be a perfect 10 in more ways than one! Bring it on!
©Copyright Ajay Rochester 2010.
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