Plastic Surgery and My Life Experience
I lived part of my twenties trying to learn how to love my body the way it was made. I tried so hard I used the phrase "I love myself" as a daily mantra...well, when I remembered. I thought people who indulged in plastic surgery were plastic-looking and fake. Of course I had no idea that these people were most likely addicted to plastic surgery or had a severe fear of aging and maybe even a body dysmorphic disorder? I don't know, but I knew I was never happy with my chest area. It was not a secret. My friends knew I was self conscious and certainly whoever I had been intimate with at the time (ONLY my husband now of course) knew because I preferred to keep my shirt on during sex. There was no amount of "we must, we must, we must increase our busts!" exercises in the world to change that area. Let's face it.
I dreamed of having a larger chest. It was a dream I never thought would come to fruition because of the price tag that came along with it. Now, keep in mind I didn't want to look unnatural, just proportionate. I didn't want triple E size breasts, or the stripper look. Well, it just so happened that I had a nest egg I had forgotten about. And, I can sit here and say, that even if I was unemployed right now, I do not regret the decision I made. After the consultation and the firm support of the hubby, my dream was coming true. It was surreal. It was happening!! I had the boob job count down going on at work. It was awesome. I told people at work; I mean, I was open about it. They were going to notice one way or another. If they thought I was superficial....ask me if I cared? I sure didn't! As long as I could afford it and had a good doctor it was my body, my decision. What husband is going to complain about that? In fact, I think my kids like them more than he does sometimes. It's a phase...I hope...
I do remember the pain and soreness and not being able to be active for several weeks. That was torturous for me. I'm very O.C.D. with activity and exercise. However, it was all worth it. I started buying new bras (so fun!) and new shirts with confidence. The hubby noticed an immediate change in my self-esteem. He said I carried myself differently. I felt more sexy (and still do) and more feminine. In my experience, it was one of the best things I could have done for myself. Everyone has a right to their opinion. When used in a healthy life situation, plastic surgery can be a beautiful thing. It can enhance your sex life, increase confidence, and change your outlook on yourself physically as a woman. Even if there are women who don't believe in it (I'm sure few men are against it) I can bet my next paycheck on what they will notice first when they look at me.
After the After-Math
I will say that I went for the cheaper option which was saline implants. If there was one thing I would change, it would be choosing an implant that has a more "natural" feel. At some point, or when I win the lottery, I plan to have them switched out (medical terminology??). Currently, they feel like small water balloons shoved into my bra. That being said, that's a minor price to pay, in my eyes, to have a more balanced physique.
It's unfortunate that what we look like matters so much in our society. I hope that this will change for our future and we can slowly begin to look inward at our true values. I'm a work in progress on that personal goal.
Even though I don't regret my surgery, my perfectionist mind will always find something, no matter how small, to try and fix. I know I'm not alone in feeling this way and that gives me some comfort. All of my ladies, let's unite!