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Hey girls So I've had large breasts pretty much...
Hey girls
So I've had large breasts pretty much since my freshman year of high school. I feel like I woke up one day with mountains on my chest... I really have no idea where they came from!
My mother has 8 children.. 7 girls and 1 boy. After 8 kids, my breasts are STILL much larger than hers. It's just freaking embarrassing... on top of that, I have 6 sisters and I'm the only one who can't share clothes with them because I have these large breasts that don't fit into anything.
So I'm 23 and I got married when I was 22 and now live with my husband but every time I go to my parents house (which is once every 2 weeks, give or take) my mom always makes comments about me having a hunched back. She says it's because I'm lazy and sit around a lot. She also says it's because I'm over weight...but anyways. Every time I complained to my mom about my breasts she would tell me that I'm just fat and should lose weight and that then my breasts will get smaller too. (she isn't trying to be mean she just thinks being blunt that way will motivate me to get healthy, but it's never worked)
unfortunately, she wasn't the only one saying this to me. Anyone I complained to felt the same way. So that's what I was hearing from everyone around me since I was 13/14 years old. Now I'm the type of person that will let those type of comments mentally/emotionally get to me. I get superrr depressed about those types of things because I was always considered "chubby" or "fat" growing up because I had larger breasts. I never knew it was because of my breasts that I looked heavier than I actually was, so I started to have an eating disorder that I've become so used to. I always complained about being fat... so I wouldn't eat and then binge like crazy which in return made me actually gain more weight. The heaviest I had gotten was 134 at age 21. Then at that age I got into a car accident and fractured my ankle and that totally put me back and made me super depressed because I couldn't be active and then I gained 26 pounds in one year.
My point of saying all of that is... THAT is exactly why I've come to hate these things called "boobs" I started realizing that I was never fat growing up... I just always had extremely large breasts that I always tried to hide and that lead to me gaining all of this weight and having an eating disorder... etc. It all comes down to these boobs I have. I always knew how bad it was because I noticed my hunch in candid photos or in candid videos of me. I also noticed it when I'd stumble upon a mirror unexpectedly at a public bathroom or something and just gasp every time that happened. I'd look at myself and think "wait, that's me?" It was a shock to me every time. I guess I made myself believe that it wasn't that bad or something... i don't really know.
Fast forward to now... I'm 23 years old. I weigh 150 lbs. I wear a size 32/34 G. My height is 5'2".
I finally decided to do this but I was scared to tell anyone (including my husband) because I was scared that I wouldn't get the support I actually needed. One negative remark about my decision would have just made me really emotional. So I texted my eldest sister and told her about how I felt and she wasn't supportive about it. She said that I shouldn't do a surgery that I don't need etc. (coming from someone who literally has perfect breasts and has NO idea how I feel) I told her about my decision because she is the only person in my entire family thats ever had plastic surgery. She had rhinoplasty and so I thought she would understand where I'm coming from... but of course not. So that night I literally cried myself to sleep.
I told my husband the next day (while crying) and he saw how affected I was about the whole thing and he just let me let it ALL out. when I was done expressing myself and telling him about my decision, he said "ok, do it" I was SO freaking happy with his response because it really wasn't what I was expecting and I was just so tired of everyone always being so inconsiderate about how I'm feeling not only physically but internally as well. soooooo moving on.....
I called a local surgeon that I know of. Alot of people I know had work done with him (but not breast reduction) and I scheduled a consultation the first he had available. I couldn't make it to the appointment cuz I got sick, then when I rescheduled... they contacted me canceling that appointment cuz the doctor couldn't make it... but I didn't care cuz I had to wait just a couple days..
so now today is Saturday night and my consultation was yesterday, Friday. I went in to see him and he made me feel SOO comfortable. He told me that for my height I should be a full B and he can get me down to that size. honestly, at this point i wouldn't mind a small B. but whatever, I'll take what I can get.
He said it would cost 6,800 dollars which is more than I was expecting. so I'm hoping to get approved by insurance. He said that there's a good chance I could get approved but I don't want to jinx anything. If i can't get approved then most likely I won't be able to have the surgery because I simply just can't afford it. My parents can afford it but I don't want to even tell them I'm going to have it done because I really just can't be bothered with peoples negative reactions.
So i told my two best friends about it and told them they couldn't say a word until I was finished talking and then they both ended up being super supportive which I was also not expecting. I still havent told my other 5 sisters lol so they'll definitely be hit with a surprise.
please pray for me that I get accepted by insurance!
So I've had large breasts pretty much since my freshman year of high school. I feel like I woke up one day with mountains on my chest... I really have no idea where they came from!
My mother has 8 children.. 7 girls and 1 boy. After 8 kids, my breasts are STILL much larger than hers. It's just freaking embarrassing... on top of that, I have 6 sisters and I'm the only one who can't share clothes with them because I have these large breasts that don't fit into anything.
So I'm 23 and I got married when I was 22 and now live with my husband but every time I go to my parents house (which is once every 2 weeks, give or take) my mom always makes comments about me having a hunched back. She says it's because I'm lazy and sit around a lot. She also says it's because I'm over weight...but anyways. Every time I complained to my mom about my breasts she would tell me that I'm just fat and should lose weight and that then my breasts will get smaller too. (she isn't trying to be mean she just thinks being blunt that way will motivate me to get healthy, but it's never worked)
unfortunately, she wasn't the only one saying this to me. Anyone I complained to felt the same way. So that's what I was hearing from everyone around me since I was 13/14 years old. Now I'm the type of person that will let those type of comments mentally/emotionally get to me. I get superrr depressed about those types of things because I was always considered "chubby" or "fat" growing up because I had larger breasts. I never knew it was because of my breasts that I looked heavier than I actually was, so I started to have an eating disorder that I've become so used to. I always complained about being fat... so I wouldn't eat and then binge like crazy which in return made me actually gain more weight. The heaviest I had gotten was 134 at age 21. Then at that age I got into a car accident and fractured my ankle and that totally put me back and made me super depressed because I couldn't be active and then I gained 26 pounds in one year.
My point of saying all of that is... THAT is exactly why I've come to hate these things called "boobs" I started realizing that I was never fat growing up... I just always had extremely large breasts that I always tried to hide and that lead to me gaining all of this weight and having an eating disorder... etc. It all comes down to these boobs I have. I always knew how bad it was because I noticed my hunch in candid photos or in candid videos of me. I also noticed it when I'd stumble upon a mirror unexpectedly at a public bathroom or something and just gasp every time that happened. I'd look at myself and think "wait, that's me?" It was a shock to me every time. I guess I made myself believe that it wasn't that bad or something... i don't really know.
Fast forward to now... I'm 23 years old. I weigh 150 lbs. I wear a size 32/34 G. My height is 5'2".
I finally decided to do this but I was scared to tell anyone (including my husband) because I was scared that I wouldn't get the support I actually needed. One negative remark about my decision would have just made me really emotional. So I texted my eldest sister and told her about how I felt and she wasn't supportive about it. She said that I shouldn't do a surgery that I don't need etc. (coming from someone who literally has perfect breasts and has NO idea how I feel) I told her about my decision because she is the only person in my entire family thats ever had plastic surgery. She had rhinoplasty and so I thought she would understand where I'm coming from... but of course not. So that night I literally cried myself to sleep.
I told my husband the next day (while crying) and he saw how affected I was about the whole thing and he just let me let it ALL out. when I was done expressing myself and telling him about my decision, he said "ok, do it" I was SO freaking happy with his response because it really wasn't what I was expecting and I was just so tired of everyone always being so inconsiderate about how I'm feeling not only physically but internally as well. soooooo moving on.....
I called a local surgeon that I know of. Alot of people I know had work done with him (but not breast reduction) and I scheduled a consultation the first he had available. I couldn't make it to the appointment cuz I got sick, then when I rescheduled... they contacted me canceling that appointment cuz the doctor couldn't make it... but I didn't care cuz I had to wait just a couple days..
so now today is Saturday night and my consultation was yesterday, Friday. I went in to see him and he made me feel SOO comfortable. He told me that for my height I should be a full B and he can get me down to that size. honestly, at this point i wouldn't mind a small B. but whatever, I'll take what I can get.
He said it would cost 6,800 dollars which is more than I was expecting. so I'm hoping to get approved by insurance. He said that there's a good chance I could get approved but I don't want to jinx anything. If i can't get approved then most likely I won't be able to have the surgery because I simply just can't afford it. My parents can afford it but I don't want to even tell them I'm going to have it done because I really just can't be bothered with peoples negative reactions.
So i told my two best friends about it and told them they couldn't say a word until I was finished talking and then they both ended up being super supportive which I was also not expecting. I still havent told my other 5 sisters lol so they'll definitely be hit with a surprise.
please pray for me that I get accepted by insurance!