Starting on the road
So a few years ago, I really had to come to grips with the fact that I had really big boobs. I've always been a breast person and I loved my boobs. In fact the guys liked them a lot as well. They were huge but still retained some perkiness so that was great. But I began to notice that even if I lost weight or gained weight, my boobs didn't really change much. In fact, I'd drop 20 or 40 lbs and they stil reamined the same. Over the years gravity did a job on them and they began to droop. I had no issue wiht this becuase this is what breasts did.
At the age of 13 while wearing a 34C bra, I began to think I had something called bursitis which is an inflammation of the shoulder muscle. My shoulder would hurt and burn all the time. Little did I know that this was teh beginning of a slippery road I was about to travel. By the time I was twenty, I was wearing a 38D bra and a nice sizw 10/12. I was in proportion and life was great. Over the years, I lost and gained weight and moved bewtween a size 16 and a size 24...what never changed however was that my breasts kept getting bigger and bigger. By the time I was getting married, I was a 42DD. I then got pregnant and moved to a 46DDD. I dropped 40lbs after my son's birth and still nothing happened. Then I arrived at a 44F and realized that soemthing had to give.
If you look in my closet, you will never see a button front shirt because that is just a living nightmare - in order for it to fit my boobs, I have to buy either a 26 or a 28 and then have it altered down. That was too aggravating so I ended buying lot of stretch shirts that went over my head and just escaped the whole button ordeal.
Then I began have massages back in 2004 for a back condition and the massage therapist told me that my tight shoulders were not related to my neck and lower back issue, but instead to the weight of my boobs sitting on my chest creating a pressure there, grooving in my shoulder and a mid back stress on my spine. For years, I'd been walking around doing self adjustments without realizing that I'd been trying to relieve this back problem I'd been having.
In 2004 both my chiropractor and my primary care doctor ask me to begin thinking about a breast reduction because they both thought it would help relieve many of my issues even that of the shallow breathing I sometimes had. I knew I had to do it eventually but kept putting it off because who wants to think about your womanly parts being lopped off. I spent two years researching and looking and checking and this year, everything finally came to a head for me and I made the appointment and went to see the surgeon. By the end of the day, my surgery had been scheduled for a month later. WOW!
My surgeon couldn't believe I'd waited this long. I had all the traditonal problems. Grooving of the shoulders, persistent perspiring under the breasts which means you are constantly bathing or else you are a sweaty mess, breast rashes, and skin scarring of the breast tissue and the scarring of the bra. I couldn't believe I'd made the decision. My husband was extremely supportive and we moved on with life as normal.
I opted not to tell a lot of people because I knew some people woudl think I was having "cosmetic surgery." As my surgeon reminded me, this was not cosmetic, this was reconstructive surgery, I would be under anesthesia for some 6 - 7 hours while he did this small feat of moving me from an F cup back down to a D while still ensuring I retained sensitivity in my nipples and a realistic and attractive outcome. I told my family 2 weeks before the event and selectd friends between a week to a day before the event. I was keeping this as low key as possible. I don't know why because once they saw me post-op, they'd pretty much know what I'd done.
Oh well, the road to smaller perkier boobs would begin on October 25 at 8 am. My next entry will be about pre-op procedures and surgery day.
At the age of 13 while wearing a 34C bra, I began to think I had something called bursitis which is an inflammation of the shoulder muscle. My shoulder would hurt and burn all the time. Little did I know that this was teh beginning of a slippery road I was about to travel. By the time I was twenty, I was wearing a 38D bra and a nice sizw 10/12. I was in proportion and life was great. Over the years, I lost and gained weight and moved bewtween a size 16 and a size 24...what never changed however was that my breasts kept getting bigger and bigger. By the time I was getting married, I was a 42DD. I then got pregnant and moved to a 46DDD. I dropped 40lbs after my son's birth and still nothing happened. Then I arrived at a 44F and realized that soemthing had to give.
If you look in my closet, you will never see a button front shirt because that is just a living nightmare - in order for it to fit my boobs, I have to buy either a 26 or a 28 and then have it altered down. That was too aggravating so I ended buying lot of stretch shirts that went over my head and just escaped the whole button ordeal.
Then I began have massages back in 2004 for a back condition and the massage therapist told me that my tight shoulders were not related to my neck and lower back issue, but instead to the weight of my boobs sitting on my chest creating a pressure there, grooving in my shoulder and a mid back stress on my spine. For years, I'd been walking around doing self adjustments without realizing that I'd been trying to relieve this back problem I'd been having.
In 2004 both my chiropractor and my primary care doctor ask me to begin thinking about a breast reduction because they both thought it would help relieve many of my issues even that of the shallow breathing I sometimes had. I knew I had to do it eventually but kept putting it off because who wants to think about your womanly parts being lopped off. I spent two years researching and looking and checking and this year, everything finally came to a head for me and I made the appointment and went to see the surgeon. By the end of the day, my surgery had been scheduled for a month later. WOW!
My surgeon couldn't believe I'd waited this long. I had all the traditonal problems. Grooving of the shoulders, persistent perspiring under the breasts which means you are constantly bathing or else you are a sweaty mess, breast rashes, and skin scarring of the breast tissue and the scarring of the bra. I couldn't believe I'd made the decision. My husband was extremely supportive and we moved on with life as normal.
I opted not to tell a lot of people because I knew some people woudl think I was having "cosmetic surgery." As my surgeon reminded me, this was not cosmetic, this was reconstructive surgery, I would be under anesthesia for some 6 - 7 hours while he did this small feat of moving me from an F cup back down to a D while still ensuring I retained sensitivity in my nipples and a realistic and attractive outcome. I told my family 2 weeks before the event and selectd friends between a week to a day before the event. I was keeping this as low key as possible. I don't know why because once they saw me post-op, they'd pretty much know what I'd done.
Oh well, the road to smaller perkier boobs would begin on October 25 at 8 am. My next entry will be about pre-op procedures and surgery day.
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