Close to the breast

I have a beauty confession: I hate my breasts. I have since 5th grade, when I sprouted up and out. I was the tallest kid (boy or girl) in class and I was soon getting fitted for a DD cup. Today, I finally did something about it. I met with a plastic surgeon to discuss breast reduction. I'm excited about taking charge and addressing something that has long since plagued me.

As the doctor checked me out, she also traced the three areas on my abdomen where I could get lipo at the same time (that's the first time anyone addressed a part of my body as the "flank"). It would be an extra hour of surgery (and, oh yeah, an extra $5,000). I think the extra inches in my waist can be addressed with exercise but I see how easy it would be to just tack that procedure onto the main event. I was open to the idea. I got an estimate.

As I was walking out of the building, however, I realized that the surgeon was selling up, tacking on a prodecure that would not be covered by insurance to one that hopefully will be approved by my insurance provider. I don't think badly of the surgeon but I do need to remain clear in my objectives, ask questions, and be realistic about my finances. I think that $5,000 might be better spent in building a home gym, hiring a personal chef and personal trainer, or eating my way through a small town in Italy, midsection be damned.

But lean flanks sound awfully appealing.

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