Her split from husband Bobby Flay prompted the need for a change.
Now, actress Stephanie March realizes that change should not have been a physical one.
In an essay for Refinery29, March recalled what made her decide to get a boob job in August 2014.
“I was 39 years old, and my life was disintegrating. Couldn’t get a job I wanted on camera, couldn’t get attention for my production projects, couldn’t travel the world far enough or fast enough or immerse myself in philanthropy enough to make it all go away.
“It was like watching a glacier cleave into giant chunks: massive and seemingly well beyond my control,” she wrote.
“See, the other thing that was happening was that my marriage of nearly 10 years (and 14 together) was falling apart. And nothing, nothing was helping me cope.
“Not therapy, not patience, not wine-soaked dinners with friends where I “got it all out.” Great spidery cracks widened over time. Boom. Boom. Boom.”
So, March underwent the surgery, but a few months later, one of her implants burst.
“One morning in early October when I sat up in bed and felt a sickening wet mucus sliding down my chest,” she wrote.
“It was everywhere, soaking my shirt and the sheets. My right implant was infected and the seams of the scar on my right breast had burst.”
March rushed to her surgeon’s office, who stitched her up and sent her to an infectious disease specialist.
On Christmas Eve, March got another infection in the area, and ultimately decided to have them removed.
“The problem wasn’t something anyone could have prevented or predicted — it was that I am allergic to implants,” March wrote.
“Plain and simple. My body did. Not. Want. Them. I kept trying to ‘fix’ my body, and it kept telling me to leave it alone.”
It took awhile, but March began to realize that fixing herself physically would not help her heal from a broken marriage. Slowly but surely, she did what she had to do to be happy again.
“All that I had, all that I was, from the beginning, was all I needed to be,” she wrote.
“And now, I anticipate summer of 2016 with great joy. I will be poolside, beachside, and swimming — and perhaps, in a more daring moment (with a margarita nearby), I will be topless.
“I have nothing to hide.”
