My young teenage years always had me flipping through fashion magazines and seeing this beautiful models with these gorgeous bodies. I always felt inadequate and prayed for that natural cleavage that accompanied an ample bosom.
So many halter tops and low cut dresses that were left hanging and fabric loose because I never quite acquired the double D’s that I so longed for.
Yes I could’ve “stuffed” my bras and made it work somehow temporarily but after the stuffing comes out you’re left with the same flat as a board chest that had no appeal for anyone much less the young males that you crave attention from when you are becoming a woman and need to feel “wanted.”
Well all through my 20’s and 30’s I remained effected by images of women who had cups spilling over and seemed to have the world by the balls as a result.
By the time I reached 40 I thought to myself, “Before I die I am going to have the breasts I was destined to grow but was robbed!”
I made an appointment with a plastic surgeon and soon I was scheduling my date with DD destiny!
Whoa, nothing prepares you for the aftermath and the pain that is your skin having to stretch across what seemed to feel like 2 over inflated beach balls. Okay I’m exaggerating but at the time they felt HUGE!!
A year or so goes by and I am loving life. No more staring into the void that were my size A+ breasts oh no sir!! I had a set of DD’s that were perfect! Cleavage was mine at last and shopping for it was heaven. Every top, dress, blouse, jacket, and sweater had to be reevaluated because of the altered state of my breasts.
Hmmm it was tougher than I had expected to be honest. I had to make sure I didn’t look slutty or cheap so each time I went to the dressing room it was a mental debate. I hadn’t thought about the fact this may be a problem since after you get bigger boobs you can’t interchange them with your mood. They are with you 24/7!
In addition no one explained the heaviness of having these suckers on your chest day in and day out. My back has taken a beating and so has my sleep patterns.
As the years have come and gone and I’m now in my 50’s I have decided enough is enough with these things and I want them out! Now I walk don the street coveting the ease of the women with small breasts who don’t have to worry about what they wear or how they can’t play tennis, or golf because their boobs get in the way.
I’m so tired of having these weights on my chest and having to consider them every waking moment due to how discomforting they are and now what a nuisance they honestly have become.
Moral of this story, ladies please consider and then reconsider having breast augmentation surgery. Since having been on both sides of this issue I can say from the bottom of my boob weary heart I wished I had stayed exactly the way I was as a teen that didn’t know how perfect she really was. Now all I can think of is getting into that size small t-shirt and maybe not having to wear a bra at all!!