24 DAYS AFTER MY BBL AND I DEEPLY REGRET IT- NIGERIAN LADY SHARES HER STORY

I didn’t think regret would arrive this fast.

Twenty-four days ago, I made a decision I believed would finally make me feel complete. I told myself it was confidence I was chasing, self-love even. Everyone around me called it a “glow-up,” a reward for surviving life as a woman who is constantly judged by her body. I believed them. I believed myself.

Now, I wake up tired in a way sleep doesn’t fix.

My appetite is gone. Food feels like a chore, not comfort. My head throbs more often than it rests, and some days my body feels heavier than it ever did before the surgery. The irony hurts the most, I wanted to feel lighter, freer, happier. Instead, I feel trapped in a body that doesn’t quite feel like mine anymore.

People say, “Give it time.”

They say healing is a process.

They say beauty is pain.

But nobody really prepares you for this kind of loneliness.

There are moments when I look at myself and can’t reconcile what I see with what I imagined. My stomach looks smaller than it did before, and somehow that breaks my heart. I thought I was fixing something, but now I wonder if I misunderstood the problem all along. Maybe it wasn’t my body that needed changing. Maybe it was the way the world made me feel about it.

I replay the days leading up to the decision in my head. The scrolling. The comments. The subtle pressure. The before-and-after photos that never show the tears, the fear, the quiet nights filled with doubt. I wanted to be desired. I wanted to feel chosen — by the world, by men, by myself.

Now, all I want is to go home.

Not just to a place, but to a version of myself that felt familiar. To the body that carried me without making demands. To the girl who laughed without calculating angles, who ate without guilt, who didn’t measure her worth in inches and curves.

This experience has taught me something I wish I had learned earlier: transformation doesn’t guarantee peace. Approval doesn’t heal insecurity. And doing something because the world tells you it will make life easier doesn’t mean it actually will.

I’m learning, slowly, to sit with the consequences of my choices without shame. I’m learning to be honest about the parts of this journey that aren’t pretty. And I’m learning that healing isn’t just physical, it’s emotional, spiritual, and deeply personal.

If there’s one thing I know now, it’s this: no body modification can replace self-acceptance. And no trend is worth losing yourself over.