Amy, 22, was painfully self conscious and unhappy with her different sized breasts. One was a C-cup with the other barely an A-cup.
This caused her so much distress and Amy would hide under her t-shirts and folded arms.
Amy found it very hard to let anyone close to her and knew that surgery would make all the difference.
Amy went to The Harley Medical Group to have an implant in one breast and the other slightly uplifted. Now Amy's life has turned around - she is brimming with confidence and has never looked back!
M Celebs'I Only Grew One Boob - But Now I Feel Fab In A Bikini'
Amy Trevitt, 22, from Kidderminster, tells how an op evened up her wonky bust
‘Everyone in the shopping centre was staring, but I couldn't stop the tears pouring down my face. "I'm a freak," I sobbed to my mum. It should have been a fun day out. I was 16, I'd just finished my GCSEs and my best mate Marie had invited me on her family holiday to the Canary Islands. "Let's treat you to a new bikini," said my mum. I pulled a face. I knew none of them would look good on me. You see, I had an embarrassing secret.
As soon as I hit puberty, I noticed one of my boobs was growing faster than the other. Soon the difference was so obvious I started wearing padded bras with hard, uncomfortable cups to disguise it. My left breast was a C cup, but my right one hardly developed at all. In my clothes, I got away with it, but in a bikini, there was nowhere to hide, as everything I tried on looked saggy and empty on one side.
In the Canaries, I felt too embarrassed to enjoy myself properly. It was boiling hot, but I kept my T-shirt on half the time. And when I did take it off, I'd fold my arms self-consciously, convinced everyone was looking at me.
When I got back, I told my mum I wanted plastic surgery. She looked worried. "There's no need for that, love," she said. "You're still growing, things will sort themselves out." But they didn't. My chest made me feel awkward when I started having relationships with boys. It took me a long time to trust anyone enough to get close to me, and I'd flinch when they tried to touch me. But then I met Mark.
"I love you for who you are, not what your body looks like," he told me. It was nice to hear, but it didn't change my mind. The surgery would be for me, not him. When I was 18, I plucked up the courage to see a doctor. I was very nervous so I asked to see a female GP - but she didn't want to know. "There are worse things in life to worry about," she snapped. I left in tears, wondering if the problem wsa all in my mind.
I tried to put the idea of surgery out of my head, but a few months later I saw an advert for the Harley Medical Group and I booked in to see a nurse. She couldn't have been kinder.
"Yes, there is a big imbalance, you're not being silly or vain," she reassured me. "But we can fix it for you." She said it would cost £4,000 to have an implant in my small breast so both sides would be the same size. It was a lot, but I was determined. I opened a savings account, and every month I paid in as much of my administrator's salary as I could afford. Mark didn't mind staying in and watching telly most nights to help me save. "If it makes you happy, it's worth it," he said.
By summer 2004, I'd put enough aside, and went for a consultation. "Everyone has slightly different-sized breasts, but you are an extreme caase," my surgeon admitted. "However, I'm confident I can get a good result." There was bad news though. "I'll have to do an uplift op on the larger side," he told me. "If I don't, you'll end up with one breast facing the sky and one facing the floor." It was an extra £2,000. But I couldn't bear to wait any longer, so I gritted my teeth and put it on my credit card. In October, I was admitted to London's Highgate Hospital. As I was being wheeled into theatre, all I could think was, "When I wake up I'll have matching boobs!"
A few hours later, after I came round, I looked down at my chest. Yes! There were two bumps there, instead of just one. Both looked swollen, but there was hardly any pain.
Back at home, the recovery was a breeze. Poor Mark suffered more than me - he was so scared of rolling on top of m, he slept on the floor.
A week later, I saw my new boobs for the first time. "They look brilliant," I squealed. I had a scar on one side, but at last they were the same size. Now, my confidence has gone through the roof. I've treated myself to a million little tops, and for the first time ever I've bought a non-padded bikini. I haven't been on holiday to wear it yet - I'm still paying off my credit card! - but I've been wearing the top to the gym to show off.
Sadly Mark and I broke up recently, but it's nice to be single and feel good about my body. Now I can enjoy guys' attention without worrying about what they'll think of my chest.
My op has even given me a new party piece. "There's my real boob," I say, puching one side up. "And here's my fake one." And I love them both.'Read more about breast enlargement, breast uplift procedures and our cosmetic surgery guide.Contact us today to book your free breast enlargement or breast uplift consultation with one of our highly qualified Nurses.