BOTCHED
As I scrolled through Instagram, gazing enviously at the girls with perfect bodies, an ad caught my eye.
It was for a clinic in Turkey, promising to transform bodies.
The picture showed a woman going from flat-chested to having amazing breasts.
I wish I could afford that, I thought enviously.
I’d hated my small boobs for as long as I could remember, but lately, they had really been getting me down.
Mine were a B-cup – average for a petite size eight – but I’d always wanted them to be bigger.
I frowned as I looked at other posts on the clinic’s Instagram.
It looked incredible, but the women looked like me – just normal girls, hardly millionaires.
On a whim, I fired off a quick message enquiring about prices.
To my surprise, they replied saying it would cost me just £2,700 for the implants and to stay all-inclusive in their villa.
I typed back,
