Breast Reduction Series

My Breast Reduction 5 Years Later

If you’re new here, I had a breast reduction in 2015 and I have quite a few blog posts about it. I have another boob-iversary post here that I wrote to celebrate three years post breast reduction.

It’s now been five years since my breast reduction and let me tell you: I still love them.

I feel the same about them today as I did five years ago, which is pure joy. I admire them everyday, honestly. I admire them before I put on my bra. I admire them when I am clothed. I admire them when I need a pick me up. I can’t go more than a few hours without feeling good about my boobies and I’m sure this feeling is long lasting. Laugh if you want but it’s true; I love my breasts.

Also, My scars seem to get lighter every year. I don’t know if this is because I just don’t notice them anymore because I’m five years into my post breast reduction or if it’s because they are fading rapidly with time. It’s probably both, I’m not a scar expert.

I do have some things to address since it has been a while since I last talked about my breast reduction; and with self reflection and all that warm fuzzy navel gazing one does as they grow up and self-isolate, I have realized a few things about me and my relationship with my breasts and my breast reduction.

Self love comes from within, not from having the boobs you’ve always wanted after a breast reduction

I didn’t immediately start loving my body after my reduction like I thought I would. I had the breast reduction and it didn’t magically fix my body image issues. It turns out, I hated my whole body, but with mega emphasis on my breasts. After my reduction I loved my breasts but still didn’t like the rest. It’s taken quite some time and some serious lifestyle changes for me to finally love my body. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t think a breast reduction would solve all of my problems, but I knew it would at least help me with a few of them, and it did. I just severely misunderstood the depth of my body image issues. I can say with my entire heart that my breast reduction was the first step to letting myself love my body because it eliminated the barrier that was preventing me from starting the self-love process. It goes without saying; while a “nice” pair of boobs might distract you from your inner demons for a little bit, they wont fight them for you.

I did not suddenly become a work out queen after my reduction

I always thought I would work out more after my reduction. In fact, I work out less. I’m just not the type to hit the gym (I hate it if I’m being honest). I do walk a lot, take the stairs more often than not, and do other physical activity (5,000 to 10,000 steps a day). But I did not suddenly become a runner or a jogger. I’m not at the gym lifting weights multiple times a week. I’m not taking barre of pilates classes (although I am still open to the possibility). So all of my fantasies of suddenly becoming a mega fit gal after my reduction were just that: fantasies. So if you keep telling yourself “I will be (or do) ‘X’ after my reduction,” and were never into it in the first place, you probably won’t. That’s okay.

My lingerie wardrobe is severely lacking in every way

I have began wearing underwire and padded bras again (and other lingerie, GASP!) Even though I said I wouldn’t in a previous blog post. Surprise! I’m human and capable of growth. For a long time after my breast reduction I was in a period of post reduction where I was really loving my ability to wear bras that I had previously been unable to wear, and that lasted four years.

Over time I’ve grown tired of the shape, or lack of shape, my breasts had when I put on a soft bralette with no support. I might as well have not been wearing a bra at all (actually my breasts looked better without them). Those bras weren’t doing me any favors and made my cute boobies look flattened and squashed. Don’t get me wrong, there are days where I would rather look like I don’t have any breasts, but there comes a time when you need to put on a big-girl bra that makes you feel great and my soft bras weren’t doing that for me. They were just comfortable and nothing more.

Now I wear unlined underwire bras that are comfortable and I own one padded bra that is absolutely divine. I am still working on expanding my undergarment wardrobe, but that’s where I stand on bras right now. If anyone has any brands they suggest for lingerie that they love, please fill me in. I’m disenchanted by the run-of-the mill mall and department store brands and would love to hear about smaller or lesser known brands, brands that are fair trade and sustainable, and brands owned by women.

We are starting to really talk about boobs and breast reductions in a way that matters

More and more women are willing to talk about their breast reductions, are having the surgery and sharing about it, or have similar stories to mine (if not exactly the same!) and I’m so glad to be part of the discussion and be able to contribute in any way that I can. It used to be that if I mentioned my reduction I would be hit with a bunch of questions or the statement “I would never have known!” Now I get open and meaningful conversations about sexual harassment in schools and the sexualization of breasts. It’s only been five years and the conversations we are having about breasts have changed a lot (In my experience; I know the discussions were happening before but not as openly or prevalent as I am noticing now). I also see a lot more resources on breast reductions online from women that have had them that weren’t there five years ago, which was one of the reasons I started writing about mine in the first place.

I am a writer and like all writers, I love stories. Fiction, non-fiction, poetry, blog and social posts, pictures, music; they all tell stories. My favorite stories are based in experiences. The human experience is truly magnificent and we all experience it differently. "Brette's Bliss" is a play on my name. I've spent most of my life worrying about whether I am happy or will be happy, and wondering if the meaning of my last name was something that would define my life or if I was simply overthinking it.  As I record my experiences, I learn more about myself and realize happiness is now, not in the past or in the future. This blog is where I share my experiences one story at a time to relive my joyful moments twice and encourage others to do the same. 

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