Since I was 15 years old, maybe even younger, one of the
biggest wish-list items of all time for me was to get my boobs done. A breast augmentation if you will. I was really young when I started getting
them - in a training bra and on my period by 4th grade and by 7th grade I was a
C cup. Except all of a sudden they just
stopped growing. I know there are
smaller breasted women who love their size and they rock the hell out of small
boobies with all of the confidence in the world, AND THAT'S AWESOME! I've never
been that girl though.
My own femininity has always been defined by myself through the length of my hair, the va-va-voom of my curves, makeup, great perfume, a pouty lip, etc. and for my entire ta-ta having life, I've been insecure about my inability to fill out certain clothes, my side profile and near complete lack of projection, and just how I feel about them in general.
Oddly enough, my now husband promised to pay for a boob
job when we were only 15. I held him to it for like 17 years! Then I decided I'd rather pay for it myself. I didn't want any negative connotations surrounding my decision that maybe I did it for him, or that he made me do it. This is ALL ME. For years he
would put restrictions or criteria on how I had to be in terms of accepting my
body before he would do it. He didn't
want to hear me put myself down for a year and then I could. Or, I had to lose the weight I wanted to lose
and then I could. He wasn't trying to be
a jerk, but there were always limitations.
Maybe he wasn't ready, or maybe he knew I wasn't ready either. In retrospect, I'm really glad I didn't do this sooner. I didn't know enough about myself and who I am. One day early this year, I decided I was just going to make the consultation
appointment. I'm not getting any
younger! He couldn't possibly understand
how it felt to me to be in my skin and to have limitations or restrictions put on something I wanted to do for myself, and I got tired of watching dirt bikes and boats and
motorcycles and RV's and a million other toys be bought and sold enough times
over the years to buy me 10 boob jobs.
So I booked a consultation, knowing that once I got the ball rolling,
he'd be quick to jump on board. Not a
tough argument to win when your hubby is a self proclaimed boob-man.
Now don't get me wrong... I have amazing boobs. The shape and the roundness and the drop of them is
awesome. I have perfect nipple placement
- and those are pretty great too! I am a
36-38D since I'm a bit chubbier than my c-cup days, which is good when you hear
the size, but that's all width. Like I
said... Nearly no projection. In that
department I'm probably a B, but I can't wear a B cup. I'd be spilling out of that for sure.
So I made a consultation with a surgeon in Denver near
where we live who did my good friends' implants. She loved him and she loves her boobs. I trust her judgement. Everything immediately felt right to me. The consultation went great. We talked about my goals (generous is what I
said I wanted), talked about what material I wanted my implant to be (silicone
gel for me... Smooth round moderate
profile implants) he measured my breast tissue and recommended the size
range I should consider based on how I'm built.
He said my old boobs were very pretty and my new boobs will look
"spectacular!" This made me very happy. As it turns out, my body is
built to handle some pretty big boobies!
I tried on some sizers, which are basically implants in a
bra to get a feel for what I wanted.
Immediately I was at the larger end of the spectrum with a 700cc implant
in my bra. They looked awesome but
didn't have an 800cc silicone sizer - the largest silicone ones they make. The surgeon explained that the size
difference between 700 & 800 was literally millimeters, but that most women's #1 complaint is that they
didn't go bigger. I figured I liked how
the 700 looked and if the 800 was only marginally larger, better go big or go
home. It sounds gigantic, but in reality, they look very proportionate to my body. I don't look like a freak-show with basketball boobs. (If that's what you want, go for it! I work in an office though and I have a daughter I don't want to embarrass). It's expensive, so I may as well
go as big as I can right out the gate.
That way there can be no "I wish I woulda..." Especially since I have no desire to get
saline.
We rounded out the consultation with a quote and on our way home, my hubby said "I'm all in. Let's do it." HECK YEAH!!!! So we made some moves and I scheduled my 3D imaging where we got a glimpse of what they'll look like and put a sizable down payment on them. I had my pre-op appointment this past Monday and surgery is scheduled for exactly a week & a day from right now!!
I am nervous and excited and pretty nervous and super
excited all in one. When I tell people
I'm doing it, the answer is usually "Why?
They're already big!" Well, they're not. I rely heavily on Victoria's Secret so they
look pretty good so long as my clothes are on. I'm doing this
entirely for me though. It's something I
have wanted for so long. I am buggin'
out about it, but I'm sure that's pretty normal. Right now the biggest thing I'm experiencing is nerves. I'm having a tough time sleeping at night and I know I need to rope that in or I'm going to be a basket-case.
I will for sure chronicle the whole journey on here as I
go through the process. I'll post photos
of my progress and log it all here too. I have no experience here, but I'm
happy to answer questions if I can.
Thanks!
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