I get the same response EVERY time I tell someone the news. You want smaller boobs? WHY?
My boobs started growing when I was 10, and by the time 6th grade hit, I was already a C cup. I quickly received the “big-boobed girl” stamp and held it on my chest all the way through high school. They grew a cup size every year, and even now, they continue to grow. To this day, I am burdened with G cup-sized breasts.
Why did I finally choose to have this surgery at such a young age? It’s simple: the con’s immensely outweighed the pro’s.
Shopping? I’ll pass.
For starters, everything I wore made my body look bigger. Anything that didn’t cinch in around my waist made my body look bigger than it is. Having a smaller waist, I want to wear shirts that accentuate the area, however doing so makes my boobs look ridiculously large. I felt like Anna Nicole Smith every time I wore sometime remotely form fitting. Blouses are difficult. They fit my body but the material pulled so much that my bra was no longer the thing shaping my boobs. Normally a size 8 or 10 in dresses, I was having to buy sizes around 14 or 16 because others crushed my boobs, also making it hard to breathe. Some tops even became unintentional crop tops. Bralettes? That’s a joke. Button down shirts were clean-swept from my closet because of one too many incidences of a busted button or two.
Swimsuit season? LOL
This was treacherous territory. NOTHING fit. Target swimsuits, Victoria’s Secret swim suits and basically any store in the mall vetoed my chest, maxing out their sizes at an XL. Their suits could fit up to a D, or maybe a DD, but absolutely not a G. Before this past summer, I was wearing old XL swimsuit tops that made me resemble an adult film star, simply because I hadn’t had found anything that had fit correctly. Finally, my mother suggested we look online to get a customized size. Almost every top was from a “plus size” site, and I am not a plus sized person. Very few were as cute as the Victoria’s Secret Swim collection I had to delete. My bust is a 34, and the beginning sizes were around 42. Evidently, it was very rare that a 34 busted woman would have G’s, annoyingly hung from their chest.
To some people, men in perticular, I am seen as an object. Men’s eyes glide past my face and zero in on my boobs all the time. I’ve gotten so used to being looked at so objectively that I’m a professional ignorer walking past any male I know isn’t looking at my face. Intoxicated men are the worst. No girl should have to listen to rude comments like “damn those doubles” or “Can I take a picture with you?” (due to never having seen bigger boobs in person) or just the normal “damn” with eyes obviously staring 6 inches south of my face.
Everyone experiences back pain. Maybe you’re sitting in the car for too long, or maybe you lifted something that was just a bit too heavy, putting stress on your lower back.
Now imagine that pain comes and goes all the time.
The amount of constant pain and stress in my lower back is difficult to explain. It isn’t excruciating, but its dull and persistent. When I stand, when I lean over something, when I sit down… the pain grows and then dulls, but it just never goes away.
Back in March, I completed my fourth half marathon. Since I’ve done them before, I understand the race and the possible pains that go along with it. It’d been four years since I ran a half marathon; so when March arrived, I was SO excited. I ran the whole way. After I passed the finish line, my legs felt like lead and right as I stopped, my back flared up in an inexplicable amount of pain.
There are many risks that go along with surgery. As someone who has never been put under anesthesia before, truthfully, I am nervous. However, I know that doing so will not only decrease (hopefully disappear) the pain that I feel every day, but increase my happiness too. I’m excited for the new life that is waiting for me after surgery. I’m excited to finally wear clothes I couldn’t wear before. I’m excited to wear swimsuits from a catalog. I’m excited for the pain to go away.
I’m absolutely ready for this weight to be lifted.
Here is a before & after photo set. In the above photo it is summer 2016 and I am a 34-DDDD. The second is the day of my surgery, hours after I had gotten home.