Whenever I took photos or someone sat beside me, I tried to make my jaw look less prominent by forcing my bite into position, lowering my head more, or covering it. I was teased with nicknames like chin-jaw, prognathic jaw, handle, and Moai, but I did not care and lived while ignoring it as much as possible. After giving birth, my headaches became severe, so I visited several hospitals. I wondered whether it was because of my bite and remembered that dentists had always refused when I said I wanted orthodontic treatment. Eventually, my thoughts kept leading to double-jaw surgery, so I searched for oral and maxillofacial specialists as much as possible and decided to schedule consultations. But I was extremely scared T_T. I had never even considered cosmetic surgery, and the reason I never had rhinoplasty despite wanting it was that I was afraid a bad result would ruin the rest of my life T_T T_T T_T. And now double-jaw surgery.... I pulled myself together and went to consultations, and it was so good that my nervousness felt pointless; our directions were also similar. The first reason I thought this was the right hospital was that they refuse excessive shaving or unnecessary aggressive surgery. I thought, “Oh... could this be the one?” The next deciding point was that a guardian can watch the surgery in real time. The third was the extremely analytical atmosphere I felt during the doctor's consultation. These three conditions stayed so strongly in my mind that I could not bring myself to consult another hospital. I gave up the examination fees I had already paid and did not go to the remaining consultations. I started presurgical orthodontics and proceeded to surgery. Eventually, I ended up having double-jaw surgery and three-part facial contouring (square jaw, chin, and cheekbones). The amazing thing is that, like anyone else, I wanted to look like my ideal person, but I also knew everyone has different features even with the same eyes, nose, and mouth. Whether I wanted to become an actress or singer, I knew that even giving me the same jaw would not make me them... But when I described the jawline I wanted, the exact line I was aiming for came out—seriously, goosebumps. It has been a month since surgery, and wow... I can only keep admiring the doctor more and more. My father? I have two of them. At this point I should greet them every holiday... Sounds like a lie, right? Look at my photos... I suddenly got carried away, but anyway, going back to the beginning:
Day 1—It was hard to breathe (of course), my back hurt (of course), and everything was insanely difficult (of course). Since I thought this level of pain was normal after surgery, I did not call the nurse specifically. I gargled and used an ice pack maybe twice.
Day 2—Wow... the same. But I could move, right? Finally moving before developing bedsores made my tailbone somewhat bearable.
Day 3—I just wanted to go home quickly. My back hurt so much, and since I was going to be in pain anyway, I thought it would be better to stay somewhere comfortable like home... It was still more comfortable once I got home.
Honestly, I cannot say double-jaw surgery is easy. It is a surgery you really have to make up your mind to undergo, and when your basic daily life is destroyed, you feel like you are going crazy. My body would not cooperate, and because I could not move properly, I could not hold or comfortably see my child as I wanted, so I struggled with a lot of guilt. The first two weeks are truly very, very hard. Now that a month has passed, I can hardly remember my old face anymore... I love my profile so much that it drives me crazy....
Conclusion—I was reborn.