So for most of my teenage years as well as the majority of my adult life one of the things that "defined" me as a person was my overly large chest. It was admired by me, my hubby, men and women a like. Not saying that everyone wanted my chest because I didn't even want it! It was just so large that it was hard to miss! Trust me I did my absolute best at trying to minimize it, minimizer bras that pushed them in so far that I had armpit boobs, wearing a size smaller because it would tighten up my chest, always wearing suit jackets over my clothing at work. You name it I probably tried it.
I'll be honest I did like the attention that they got occasionally. My college and high school friends and I would joke about them and it was fun, but underneath it all I wasn't happy with how they looked. As I grew (and trust me 2 kids I grew both in weight and in my chest) they grew! I think they grew 3-4 times faster than I did weight wise. Every time I would lose weight they would stay the same size. So by the time I was ready both physically and mentally they had grown to 42Hs. These boobs didn't just grow with kids. To put it in perspective, when I was in high school they were 36DD, when I graduated from UT (my lightest adult weight) 36DDD. So as you can see they've always been pretty big...
Here's the problem, if you've always gotten attention from your boobies and you feel that they had a hand in defining you and one day they're gone, how would you feel? So now you all are asking oh crap is she regretting the surgery? The answer is absolutely not! My back feels the best it ever has and my migraines have pretty much disappeared. However it feels as though a piece of me is missing, in fact a very good friend of mine texted me after the surgery and provided condolences about the loss of the "twins". So I am coping and realizing that my breasts are not the only defining part of me.
This has been the hardest part of having the surgery as it has been very emotional for me. For those of you who know me I am not the most "emotional" person. Yeah I cry on occasion, but it's not like that at all, I spilled wine on Friday night and instead of my normal explicative I started crying uncontrollably for no reason. One minute I feel great and the next I feel like I am going to burst into tears. Hence the reason why I felt the need to extend my leave. As Brian put it perfectly, he could totally see my boss asking for a report for me to only break into tears, and I don't want that happening! So one additionally piece of advice, if you are not "mentally" ready for surgery don't do it! I know I was ready, I had been prepared for it, but I was not totally mentally ready for the after effects.
So for the after pictures... I've posted 2 after pics, they aren't very good and I am still swollen, but it gives you an idea of what they look like in clothes! I promise that I will post pics that are a little better than these soon! I've also posted a pre-surgery pic from my sister Nikki's wedding.
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