Cirugia Bariatrica Argentina May 2026

Mariana Valdez had stopped looking in mirrors years ago. Not entirely—she still needed to check that her hair wasn't a disaster before a Zoom call, or that she hadn’t dripped coffee down her blouse. But the full-length mirror in her bedroom, the one her mother had given her as a housewarming gift a decade ago, now lived facing the wall.

Dr. Federico Lombardi had kind eyes and the calm demeanor of someone who had delivered bad news and good news in equal measure. His office was in a gleaming building on Avenida Santa Fe, all white walls and abstract art, with a model of the human digestive system on his desk like a paperweight. cirugia bariatrica argentina

Mariana craved bread. She craved medialunas, the sweet Argentine croissants that her mother had fed her as a child. She craved the comforting weight of a full stomach, that dull pressure that told her everything was okay. Mariana Valdez had stopped looking in mirrors years ago