I became all too aware of my breasts at the tender age of 12 when my
little buds suddenly became C cups virtually overnight. I was
teased and taunted at school and the boys were merciless. I
was miserable with my boobs until age 17 when my body grew into them
and I could finally say I loved them.
The romance was to end bitterly. By the time I was 22
years of age I was a D…not that bad except that I barely weighed
105lbs so I was all boobs at 5’2”. I fell pregnant at 28
but lost the baby. With this pregnancy my breasts went from D
to DD. I had my first child at age 30 and went from DD to F
then back to DD…. my third pregnancy ended in miscarriage and I went
from DD to E…with the birth of my second child I ended up a EE but
if I were really honest I would say that I was probably more an F.
I carried those babies (the boobs not the humans) for 14 years
wishing I had the courage to have a reduction. I used this
time to gather my information and research. In the spring of
2006 I was at a BBQ with friends when someone said to me “you better
not eat anymore or your boobs will get bigger” to which a roar of
laughter followed. I was totally devastated and humiliated.
I cried all the way home and my DH did all he could to comfort me
but it was no use. That day my self esteem hit the lowest of
the low and I decided that it was time.
I went to two consults that left me less than happy. I think
bedside manner should be taught as a subject to all medical
students. I came out of the medical rooms feeling worse than
when I went in. Third time luckily I went to a seminar given
by my Plastic Surgeon. He had pre/post op pictures and a great
selection of patients at the ready to talk to and ask questions.
His theory was that it was no use asking him about recovery because
he could not talk from experience, he could only detail the
procedure, risks and benefits. So after a wonderful evening of
speaking to BR patients and the surgeon, I made an appointment for
December 17, 2006 to be assessed and photographed.
I came out of my first consultation with my plastic surgeon
positively elated. I had a date. May 22nd
2007. As I had booked a holiday for April my plastic surgeon
would not risk doing the procedure and me going off only weeks later
and developing possible complications. The day finally came
and I arrived at the hospital filled with fear. I am scared of
hospitals, needles and anything medical. But I went through it
and could not believe how easy it had been. I stayed in
hospital for two days but really there was no need as one night
would have been ample.
I had the
Lejour method of reduction
and my PS had warned me that due to my size, I may need two
procedures to get the size right. I went home and had a
relatively uneventful recovery with the exception of some
crystallization which had to be removed via a small hole that was
made in my vertical incision. No biggie. It closed up
after a few weeks during which time I had gauze on it to absorb the
leakage. My scars healed very well, although the hole did
leave a not so nice bit of scarring.
I had 2 weeks off work and went back rather happy with myself.
At the three month mark my boobs had dropped and fluffed and
unfortunately they dropped and fluffed into a DD/E. Not bad
considering I had 2kgs total removed from them (4.4lbs).
Anyhow, I called my plastic surgeon and met with him. He
agreed that they were still too big for my body and suggested a
redo. Boy did I need some time to think about that one. I
think I cried me a river at this stage… It took me eight months to
decide that I would not be happy unless I did try to at least make
them smaller. I loved their shape but I was still too busty
and everyone still talked to my chest.
On the 10th September 2008 and had my second breast
reduction. I ended up having the entire breast reduction
procedure over again, not just a revision. I was in hospital one
night and home next day. A total of 950grms (2.1 lbs) was removed
the second time around. I have had three weeks of nothing but
rest and I am now starting to feel like my old self again. I
am hoping to end up a large C or small D and it looks like I will be
happy this time. My aim was never to be boob-less because I
love boobs…I just wanted “normal” sized boobs and great cleavage.
The best things that has come from this journey for me has been the
fact that people talk to “me” now and not my boobs. My
confidence has skyrocketed because I am no longer a freak, I can jog
and run, I can buy clothes that don’t make me look like I am 70
years old. I feel refreshed and I love to get dressed and go
out. I feel young again, well a young 49 anyway.
The very best thing to have come from this journey - is that I have
made a handful of true friends who care about me and I know we will
be friends for life. It has also given me motivation to start
my own business with a wonderful woman I met here on the forum.
I thank God for her everyday because she is a wonderful friend.