I spent the weekend in the country (I call it the country because it’s in the ‘burbs) with my friend. The idea was that since I only have a couple of weeks before my driving test and a few more weeks until I leave the country, I need to get as much driving pactice in.

After spending three hours cleaning my two bedroom flat – it’s amazing how much dirt you can find when you’re really looking for it – I didn’t particularly feel like doing the 1.5 hour journey to hers. But as I’m known for my last minute cancellations (which is bad, I know), and the fact that she promised to cook me dried fish, kale with groundnuts and nshima (some of my favourite Zambian dishes), I made the effort.

Saturday night was spent eating and drinking – my glasses are broken, and without being able to see (that well) at night, I figured I wouldn’t take the risk of driving in the dark. Sunday morning began with an hour walk in the country – ok it was a large park, but when you live in London, that walk was like being in the country – my white porous trainers were not impressed. Followed by an hour driving in my new car. It was all pretty well, despite me going over the curb (twice). Thank God for 4x4s!

During the three hour break for lunch – more nshima – we watched a show on plastic surgery, which led to the, ‘would you ever do it?’ question. Having already had cosmetic dentistry and booked in for a few peels, I couldn’t even lie and say no.

Working in an industry that values appearances – though it feels the whole world is becoming like this – it’s easy to see how you could turn to a ‘quick’ fix.

The problem is that if the problem is in you, no amount of cosmetic surgery will sort it out. Having very few people realise what I did with my own cosmetic process, I realised that maybe I was the one who thought my problem was worse than it really was. And even though I still don’t think it’s perfect, I’m not tempted to go back to get it perfected.

My key issue was that I felt my appearance affected my self-esteem. Now that it’s ‘fixed’ I do feel better about myself and my confidence is even higher (who knew that was possible). Sometimes I do look in the mirror and think, ‘oh yes, a cup size bigger would be nice, or bum implants wouldn’t go amiss, and boy would i save time if I could just get some lypo.’ But, I know none of these things – bar some lypo (Tae-bo is a killer) – would make me happier, therefore they’re not necessary.

But you see some of these extreme plastic surgeries and realise that people are chasing a ‘perfection’ that really doesn’t exist, because it’s in their mind. You look at some of the before pictures and couldn’t see what they wanted to change, and now they just look like a freak show.

Self-esteem is such a powerful thing that it’s important to build it from a young age. People can achieve amazing things if they believe in themselves – help from God goes a long way too. But I’ve also seen lives damaged by low self-esteem.

I know if I believe in myself, I’ll find that inner confidence to pass my driving lessons, and these minor procedures I do, I do them for myself, to build my confidence and not to chase this pursuit of perfection. If I’m happy, regardless of what I do and how I spend my money, then that’s all that matters. But I’m all about working from the inside out – window dressing is fine, but if there’s nothing beyond the storefront, then it won’t do you much good in the long run.