Like so many women with large breasts I always felt like people saw them first, and me, if at all, second. I had so much internalized hate towards my breasts because I felt like they prevented me from being me, from being seen as the intelligent and competent person I am, and from feeling respected as a human and not an object.
Ask your surgeon and doctor about the things you care about, and don't let yourself get to a point where you are so desperate anything is good enough for you. Ask questions and if you don't like the answers, it's okay to talk to other surgeons covered by your insurance. You are going to a surgeon for a very important medical service, if they aren't satisfying your needs and concerns, find someone who will. Know as much as you can about your surgery as possible. Knowledge, in this sense, can only hep you in your breast reduction process and give you agency.
After my breast reduction, I wore my stained surgical bras for months pining for the day I could buy new pretty bras. When I was allowed to buy and wear real bras, we went straight to Nordstrom's. Mom and I wanted to get me something special as my “first bra” and mom actively boycotts Victoria's [...]
A lot of things change after an invasive surgery. In the case of cosmetic surgery, the change is outwardly noticeable. If this is your first time reading about my breast reduction, I have a post outlining my experience here and a collaboration with a friend discussing the process I went through. There were some changes [...]
My friend Shelby and I collaborated on this blog when it was originally posted on our original blogs. Since this is moved content, it will not contain links to the original blogs. Plastic surgery is either a topic readily embraced or shunned because of the word “plastic” and society’s association with cosmetic procedures with “Botched,” [...]