Having been an athelete since age 7, I didn't realize that all I needed to do was just get back into the gym and build up my pectorals.
All my life I've had relative ease with getting a man.
Since the implants nearly 8 years ago, I can't get a date to save my life and if I do he just want sex and to be on his way.
As far as physical endeavors like running to the bus, taking dance classes, etc, They have caused a serious strain.
When I exert myself, the breast implants bounce of my torso, up and down. I can still phyically do stuff, but every man around seeing my breast going up and down. That actually leads to negative, bad attention. The huge things flop everywhere and time I make the slighted physical endeavor which is something I do often.
I can't get them downsized until menopause. They are so disgusting I will probably never get a man to have another child.
In missionary position, they care concave and disgusting. On my back the implants fall off to the side. Where I once had muscle, I have stretched sagging breast tisses that can't form a line to the top of the breast implants which have fallen off to the side. I could put and orange or a plum there and it would stay in place sitting on top of the tissue that used to form my original breaks.
The implants are wrinkled and underinflated. So for a man to touch my breasts he gets a hand full of wrinkled implant. Sexy, huh?
I told doctor Klapper I wasn't Cs from Bs, thinking they would defy gravity. I now have large Ds. Dr. Klapper couldn't believe that I didn't want D's and gave them to me anyway. It's impossible to find a bra or shirt that fit. He never even ask "Why?"
He said he wanted to even me out. Before the implants guys noticed my backside. But, the breasts are so big all anyone seems to notice is these big, disgusting cumbersome bags putting too much weight on my thoracic herniated spinal discs. So, daily I have constant back pain from the implants.
Even when I'm just disco dancing. No one can see what I'm doing. All the subletities of my movements are blocked by the huge breasts.
The fix with be much more that the implansts, which I do not have money for currently. And, with my other health problems, spending $10k will have to sit somewhere on the back burned tending to more immediate health problems, If I have them removed, I can't breastfeed. It was nearly impossible with the nipple inserted implants. I spent 2 of every 4 hours awake for the first 9 months, breastfeeding and pumping trying to get enough milk out my breasts. Removal would surely be the end of my breastfeeding.
On the otherhand, they are so disgusting and out-of-place, that I will never have to worry about getting another man to have another child.
And, they make me terribly self-conscience during sex.
Someone that knew me before asked why I got them saying there was nothing wrong with me before. I was the largest busted woman in my immediate family. At age 37, my breasts started sagging. I was kind of panicing, but seriously concerned about implants.
For some reason, I jumped in hook line and sinker with Dr. Klapper who didn't actually bother to find out why I was inquiring about implants when I was only there for botox. And, yes, when he asked how I wanted inserted after saying I could breastfeed, I should have known that maybe this was not the right doctor for me or possible procedure.
For 17 years, I had a severe sleepiness disorder, similar to narcolepsy. I've been in partial remission just over a year now. At the time sleepiness prevented me for starting up or walking away from the doctor.
The photos Dr. Klapper had me take positioned me with my hands behind my back so they could make my breasts look grotesque. When I put my hands behind my back for the after, they insisted that I put my arms along my side.
Not only was a ruined by the breasts implants. They made the only pre-breast implant photos I have of my breast making me look awful, which wasn't how I looked.
I simply needed to go to the gym. After menopause, we could have explored the mastopexy.
I still need things like botox, fillers, brazillian straightening, lip surgery/tattoos and eye tattoos touch-up, not to mention an occasional face peel.
But, I blew a good percentage of my Social Security Settlement money with Dr. Klapper, making it to where I couldn't get more of the things that would have a totally positive effect on myself.
When I say I'm angry and unhappy I mean it.
Years ago, like in '07 , I did start to try to figure out have to kill Dr. Klapper and my old dentist. I didn't have a plan but I was fantasizing and thinking about how to working on a plan. I had a religious dream that night which helped to calm me down.
According to my dream, people will pay for what they do if not in this life time, then in the next. However, it's better to pay now than later, but later is for a very long time.
If it's not broke don't fix it.
And, it's not like I wasn't going to spend plenty of money in his office. Unfortunately, I dropped $5k on a unwanted, unnecessary procedure and could not be less happy.
And the big problem here is that I can't even imagine a reducation surgery being successful in keeping me from being disgusting. I would rather go down to large B or small C. But, what I have of my original breast tisse not longer has any elasticity or shape to it.
Initially, I had large nipples, which my husband referred to as strawberries. The implants stregthed my nipples out so much that even using the largest glass breastshield with Medela's breastpump my stregthed out nipples would eventually completely fill the breastshield causing the milk to be blocked by the glass up.
After my surgery my repeated calls worked disregarded when I express some of the same concerns that stand today. Only going on 8 years later, there are even more problems.
The only positive things I can say is that it wasn't very painful after the surgery and my nipples have not lost any sensitivity.