For the majority of my life, I have been one of those women who have always been “top-heavy.”
An early bloomer, I wore bras as early as 9.
In high school, I was the student always being sent to the dean for dress code violations, which I never purposely violated. The shirts I would wear would show too much cleavage, but it wasn’t a shirt meant to show cleavage.
I was a DDD at that time in high school, and trying to be a young teenage girl who felt stylish and cute was near impossible when your breasts were the size of watermelons grown in the Florida summer.
It has never mattered if I lost weight or how healthy I ate. No matter how much I worked out, my breasts never got smaller. One thing they would do is grow bigger and bigger, especially when I got pregnant.
I had four children during my 20s and breastfed each for nearly a year. So, of course, my weight constantly fluctuated. With each pregnancy, my boobs got bigger and longer. And let me tell you, I was never the one with thin ‘pancake’ type breasts after breastfeeding. No ma’am. Mine stayed dense & the tissue was THICK.
I’ve had shoulder surgery, pains in my neck and back, and difficulties working and being active because of how heavy these things were. Everyone always commented about how they were huge and how at least I “never had to pay for them.”
Yet here I was dreaming of having smaller breasts to enjoy simple things like buttoning a shirt that was the size made for my body, rather than one I had to wear because it fits my chest, buying a bra that didn’t have to be special ordered because it wasn’t as common for mainstream stores to carry the larger sizes.
So, after all the years of pushing it away, even with the documentation I had with my primary doctor (for insurance purposes), it was absolutely a medical necessity to have breast reduction surgery.
At the age of 33, I finally decided it was time. My children were at an age where I felt comfortable knowing I wouldn’t be needed by a toddler or missing those little hugs and picking them up. I marked off my schedule for the entire summer (although not necessary!) so I could properly heal and enjoy some extra time with my family while I healed from this surgery.
I still have a lot of healing to do, but just having the weight lifted off my shoulders and body, I feel like a new person. I feel like I have been given another chance to be a woman who is comfortable with her body. And listen, my body isn’t perfect, even with new perfectly shaped boobies!
I still have the awesome tiger stripes from four beautiful children on my stomach, I am not chiseled from working out, and I still have plenty of spots on my body I would love to change or have tightened up.
But the confidence I have gained just by going from a size G to a size C cup size has been monumental.
This surgery was life-changing for me. And even though I had heard repeatedly from multiple people that it would be, I didn’t entirely believe it because I didn’t realize how bad it was.
If you have experienced something similar and you are able to consider this surgery, please do.
I can’t promise you’ll have an amazing experience with another surgeon (I am a little partial to Shaddix Plastic Surgery because they made my entire experience seamless from start to finish). Still, I imagine they are all pretty good at what they do.
