Jodie Marsh Bravely Opens Up About Her Exploding Titty Trauma

This might come as a shock to you, but the finest rose in England wasn’t totally sculpted by the hand of Mother Nature out of organic materials. The scalpel of a surgeon and a Hoover Dam’s worth of silicone was used to elevate Jodie Marsh’s beauty to goddess-like levels. But if Jodie could do it all over again, she’d keep her natural beauty intact and would never allow her chichis to be touched by a back alley plastic surgeon who obviously got off from overflowing water balloons as a child.

Jodie told the prestigious British medical journal Heat Magazine (via The Sun) that a week after she got two bowling ball bags full of cooking gel fuel stuffed into her chest, her world became a horror show as her new implants tried to free themselves of her body. Jodie is sharing her story four years later, because she needs a check she wants all women out there to know that if you fill your body with implants that are bigger than your head, you could end up with a scar that looks like the face of Mickey Rourke.

“When I woke up, they were so swollen. The first dressing was taken off after a week or so – that’s when I saw that I wasn’t healing. As the stitches started popping out of my skin, there was no skin to hold the incision together. My boobs looked like they were exploding. It was so painful. There was green pus coming out of my boobs and they constantly bled.

I had to change the dressings every day and was in such discomfort I couldn’t work – I basically sat at home depressed for a year. I wish I’d never had them done. People should realise that every boob job has the potential to become a horror story.”

Jodie doesn’t think her gigantic plastic boob domes look good with her new He-Man muscle body, but she’s not going to go under the knife again out of fear that she’ll have to suffer through a sequel to Nightmare on My Titties.

You can’t spell Jodie Marsh without p-e-r-f-e-c-t. No, really, try it. Type out p-e-r-f-e-c-t without the spaces and your system (or whatever) will autocorrect it to “Jodie Marsh.” So Jodie doesn’t need to change anything about herself, she’s Jodie Marsh (DAMN autocorrect) just the way she is. Besides, nobody really notices Jodie’s huge tits, because we’re all transfixed by the Museum of Modern Clip Art running down her arm.