If you had told me a year ago that my pain would soon be over, I'd look at you like you were crazy. Yet that thought occurred to me tonight when I drove by Bra Genie - the place that propelled my mom to see that I have a reduction.
Now three months later, I'm not ashamed of my chest. I don't have to cross my arms and have excess cleavage. I can sleep braless and know that I can run outside, and few would be able to tell the girls were free. I still have scars - I probably always will, but they're gradually becoming less visible. I have an unbelievable glow now. I can walk around happy, I'm not as irritable and my headaches have greatly decreased. I can hold my shoulders up. I can buy the cheap bras and know they'll do the trick. I had to get rid of a good bit of clothes. My friends have noticed a difference in me.
I would hands down go through this again. I go for my three-month-post-op Tuesday and cannot wait. My chest is growing less firm as the days go by, and week by week, my scars grow less pink. I'm still numb in some sections, but I'm far less concerned how they look under clothes than well supported. I no longer have to worry about dresses not zipping, back pain, headaches, never having a good dress on my wedding day, or empire-waist tops. I no longer have to buy swimsuits with bras built in, spend a ton of money on support or buy blouses two sizes too big.
Thinking about having it done? Do it. Don't have second thoughts.
I'm happier now than I could ever imagine.
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