I have been on this site several times reading everyone else' story. As I sit here tonight with nervousness and excitement as my surgery date gets closer and closer, I thought, instead of reading everyone else' why not make my own? Hopefully I will not only help myself by typing what's on my mind, but maybe help someone else go through this same experience and all the feelings I have encompassed.
I am 26 years old about to be 27, with no children and I have always been very athletic and in shape. I played basketball in high school and college along with track, and cross country. One thing I have never been proud of are my breasts. It's a standing joke with people who know me and some of the comments that have been said are that I have *mosquito bites*, or *I don't need a bra, all I need is a bandaid for support*. Although I laugh when things like are said, deep down, it really does affect my self esteem and how I see myself. I never thought I would be someone to even consider plastic surgery, because I thought I would always accept myself for who I am and what I had been given. Although, I do accept myself, and can’t complain about my life as I am very blessed, I don't want to let something so little (literally, hehe) affect me for the rest of my life, when there are so many other things in life to be concerned about. My motto, "You only live once, so why not make yourself happy?”
I have contemplated getting breast implants for years…A couple of years ago, when I met my wonderful boyfriend Tony, I was then introduced to one of his co-workers who soon became one of best friends. It seems like her and I were separated at birth; enjoying the same hobbies, finishing each other’s sentences, and having the same personalities. Come to find out, she also had wanted breast implants and she had actually already been to a consult when she was 18, but changed her mind and decided not to go through with it. Since then, several of our friends have gotten breast implants and all seem very pleased. So, what better way to go through this scary, nerve wracking, EXCITING process then with your best friend?! Yes, that’s right, my best friend and I are doing this together. We have gone to every doctor’s appointment together along with our mammogram. Our surgeries are even scheduled on the same day, one hour apart. She has been my support, my laughter, and ears to listen to me when I start to freak out, and a friend I’ve never had, but always wanted.
The process has moved rather quickly, but rest assured, we have both done our research and have shared whatever information we can with each other. I think everyone has doubt in the back of their mind, or the fear of the unknown, but she has literally been my rock. (I sound like I’m talking about my boyfriend)…So on with the process…
June 18th – 1st consult – my appointment. Doctor was amazing, wonderful bed side manner, seemed very intelligent of course, and a combination of a wonderful personality with tons of laughter but still at the same time knowing this surgery is a “big deal” and not taking it lightly. Leaving the office I felt a ton of emotion. Should I be doing this? Am I doing the right thing? Are people going to judge me? Will everyone think I’m doing this for my boyfriend and not myself? What will my parents think? Will anyone understand the way I feel about myself and how much of a difference this is going to make?
So , I went home, thought about it, did some more research, read all the documents the office gave me, and I FREAKED OUT!!! Granted, the office informed me the documents were not anything about butterflies and flowers, they did in fact tell me it will make me think, “What the hell am I doing this for?” and that’s exactly what it did. I put that paperwork down for a good week and didn’t touch it. My friend, once again, picked me up, and just talked me through everything I was feeling. I even told her I thought I was going to back out because I was getting so worked up about it. I could see the end result and was soo excited, but for me emotionally to get there was very hard.
June 21st: float trip, swim suits, real boobs, fake boobs, and myself. I love being outdoors and I love float trips, but being in a bathing suit and trying to find one with a ton of padding, but at the same time not make it noticeable is a little hard. What if I push my boobs up so much, then I move one inch and one boob falls and the other is pushed up. What will other people be thinking when they see a 26 year old who looks like a little boy in her swim suit? Those are just a few thoughts going through my mind.
My boyfriend, bless his heart, has been so supportive through the whole process. One night, we were watching TV and he said, I have 3 though processes…And I said, “3?? Don’t most people have 2?”
1) He is a veterinarian and he knows the risk of infection is rare so he is not as concerned with surgery as I am because he performs surgery on a regular basis
2) He is going to support me with whatever I want to do. If I get them done, great. If I don’t, he doesn’t care, he likes me the way I am.
3) And the total guy thought process, he had actually gotten excited about the fact of me getting this done. After hearing my friend and I talk about this so much, what boyfriend/husband wouldn’t be excited??
June 21st: My friends consult. – This was more reassurance for me that I was going to go through with this. When I left the office this time, I was of course very anxious about surgery and even got a tear in my eye about the process, but was so ready to get this done. Everyone in the office was fabulous, from the receptionist, to the doctor’s assistant, to the doctor himself. This is the day we scheduled our surgery! August 2nd!! We also sat outside the office and scheduled our mammograms, I was more frightened about this then I was the breast surgery! How are these boney boobs going to be squished by some machine? All I could picture was 2 bricks just smashing my bones (not a good feeling or thought!)
July 5th: Mammogram!! Not as bad as I thought it was going to be. Yes, it was uncomfortable, but I got through it. I made sure to take 3 ibuprofen an hour before my apt and I made sure when I made my appt. I was not going to be anywhere near “that time of month!” My friend and I did lunch afterward, talked more about our boobies, and got more and more excited.
So here we are, every day I am reminded by my best friend how many days we have left. And as of now, it’s 19!!! I have finished reading my paperwork, I was accepted for a credit card and will make my final payment this week sometime.
Please, if you are reading this, if you pray, pray for me. If that’s not your thing, that’s totally fine, just send some positive thoughts our way! Any advice, any words of wisdom, ANYTHING would be much appreciated. I will continue to update this as much as I can, and I wish all you ladies out there the best of luck with your process and procedure! May we all be happy in our skin and just as beautiful as we were before we got this done!! ?