I had areolas the size of tennis balls and my breasts always drooped. I once scheduled a breast lift and chickened out. I was 22 at the time, decided I would wait until after I had children.
After having 2 children in my early 40's and breastfeeding, the toll it took on me was tough. Suddenly I found myself in old lady bathing suits with thick straps and stitched in bras and I felt I looked more like photos of my 75 year old grandmother 30 years ago. How could I look like this? I thought I would bounce back, but no amount of diet and exercise could free me from the way I looked and felt. Which was thick and old.
Not to mention, I could never just hop out of bed and do anything simple, without putting a bra on. I sure didn't want to be the vision I had, of my grandmother, to my children, who are still in elementary school. Nope. That is a vision no child should have to carry in his or her mind.
The final straw - when I decided that "I am going to fix this" was when I was at the assisted living home visiting my dad. A woman there was so sweet and pretty, yet her breasts were down to her waist and flopped all around. Maybe she was too old to notice, or didn't care, but it was obvious she was uncomfortable and all I could think is, "there is no way, when I get old, I am going to live with these breasts hanging from my body like "tennis balls in socks." No one should have to suffer like that, and suffering it is.
*clothes don't fit right
*bra shopping is a nightmare
*bathing suit shopping is worse
*I hated having to pull tuck and adjust them to get them to look right in a bra
*having droopy breasts held up by a crane (ugly bra) is painful and just sucks
*it is only going to get worse with time
I had been to Doctor Morea, 4 years before for a consultation, and still had not had the breast lift. When I saw him a few weeks ago, it was TIME. I was more than ready, and I realized all waiting was doing. was stealing my todays for the promise of a tomorrow I may never get to. One thing for sure is, I was never going to stop looking like my grandmother if I did not take action and put myself back to how I am meant to be. And no bra in the world was going to fix what I knew he could.
Last week, I had my surgery and Dr. Morea, took my 51 year old breasts and lifted them up and freed me from the struggle and pain and embarrassment I had lived with for too long. I can tell you that now, even as I am a little sore post-op, I am so relieved not to have to lift up my own breasts just to move around.
A breast lift is not a vanity operation, it provides peace of mind and gets rid of that nagging hassle those with big, saggy breasts suffer with every day. I suffered in silence for most of my life.
If I have maybe 30 more years left on this earth, then I want to be my best me, look and feel my best so I can accomplish more in my life, my work, my career and I want my children to have pictures of me, in their minds of someone who is upbeat and full of life, not dragged down by anything. Especially something that can and should be fixed.
Needless to say, this was a great decision and maybe I waited too long to have it, but one thing is for sure...I will never be the old lady, in the assisted living home with my boobs drooping and flopping all around. One day, my children will thank me and thank Dr. Morea too!
Don't wait, get it done. You will never regret it!