Breast Reduction: StoriesWrite a Review
From Unhappy to Unhappy - Florida
- Not Worth It
- Cost: $5,000
I had my surgery about twelve years ago and I have...
- 4 Jun 2012
I had my surgery about twelve years ago and I have nothing bad to say about my surgeon or the experience. I was in my second year of college and still had my baby weight which made my boobs enormous when I got sick of guys talking about and staring at my boobs constantly. They made me look fat and I couldn't wear the cute tank tops that everyone else could. The underwires of by bra would poke out into my skin when I exercised and I just got so tired of them. Nothing new to anyone in this forum I know. Anyway, I went to the surgeon and she asked me if I was sure I wanted this because she sees women every day who want to look just like me on many levels. I was a young attractive blonde bombshell beach girl that everyone in my highschool fantasized about--not being conceited I'm just going on what people tell me. I was so embarrased about my boobs that I never really made out with anyone because it was always such an issue. It was almost like guys didn't know what to do with them. I felt like a freak.
Now that I have had the surgery twelve years later I look amazing with my clothes on. Guys can't tell if I have perfect fake breasts or not. They are still large C's (and I will post pictures) but when it comes time to be intimate with someone I have to break the news that I am really not this hot bombshell but more like Frankesntein who looks great in tube tops. I feel like I made a bad choice and If I had just lost weight I wouldn't have to deal with this. I struggle with this every day. I look in the mirror and hate myself. I don't know how to tell someone I have these scars. When is the right time to tell them when you start dating? I feel like it takes me from a ten to a 2 in one second. I already know what some of you are gonna say--You have to find the RIGHT man, or "if he is worth it he will love you for who you are", right? I get it. I know. I just hate the thought of laying there on my back or on top with these giant anchors swinging in his face. Is there anything anyone can tell me to help me deal with this? I hate to be a complainer but I can't help the way that I feel.
My Doctor: name not provided
I would rate my doctor further and although she did a great job I feel that she should have talked me out of it.