24 Year Old, 5'7'', 155lbs Tuberous Breast Deformity. 400cc moderate plus, dual-plane. - Albany, NY

When I was young, I perceived myself as hideous. I was fat, I had dark hair and dark eyes when all I wanted to be was blonde, I had crooked teeth, I had a big round head (inuit descent), and to top that all off, I had non-existent breasts with puffy, pink nipples. Everything that other girls had, I seemed to lack. Whenever anyone described what they wanted in a woman, I was far from the ideal, and I was teased for it. My self esteem had bottomed and I often contemplated suicide because I felt so hideous.

People told me I would grow into myself - that my height would carry my weight better when I was older, that my teeth could be straightened and my hair lightened, and, mostly, that my breasts would grow. I was told that I was a "late bloomer", like my mom, who was gifted with a pair of gorgeous DD's at the age of 19, but had been flat until then. Ugly in the cradle will bring men to the table, my grandmother would say. It didn't help much, but I waited.

In some aspects, she was right. As I grew up, I grew tall and shed weight (about 60lbs of it!). With rigorous hygiene regiments I had nice, white teeth, even if they werent perfectly straight. I grew to love my hair and eyes and skin, but one thing that never changed was my breasts, and my feelings about them stayed firm with them. I had relationships, and no one seemed too bothered by it - although, no one asked me to strip for them, either. My latest boyfriend even said to me once, "I don't know why I'm so attracted to you, I'm usually a boob guy." Sweet, in a way. I couldn't blame him. I wanted them, too.

It wasn't until I found the realself community that I learned I had "tuberous breasts", often labelled as a deformity. The word "deformity" made me feel even worse. Who wants to be labelled as "deformed"? As I kept looking, however, I found more and more stories like my own, and more tuberous breasts that I could count. I was inspired. I started looking up doctors that specialised in correcting this deformity and I found the work of Dr. DeLuca in Albany, New York. Coming from Toronto, Canada, I wasn't too far away, and he had been highly recommended by ex-patients with my same condition.


THE PROCESS:


On his website, dr Deluca had an area for out-of-town patients to arrange a free consultation conveniently by skype or phone so you don't have to travel long distances for the short meeting. I sent off a request, and a member of his staff called me back within the hour. Any other office I had emailed to get info had taken at least three days to answer my request, and many of the doctors in Toronto charged 150$ (taxes not included) just for the consultation.

His staff was very friendly on the phone, and responded to my request promptly. She answered all my pre-consultation questions knowledgeably, and patiently waited while I wrote everything down with a great deal of grace, regardless of how irritating I know I was being. Dr. Deluca himself even made time to send me a quick email to acknowledge the pictures I had sent him for the phone consultation, and reassured me that my case was by no means drastic and completely do-able. We arranged our phone-meeting for July 14th.

(SORRY: I realize the crops on the pictures are weird. I have many tattoos and don't yet want to be completely identifiable.)

Just spoke with Dr. DeLuca on the phone. He was extremely amicable, knowledgable, and confident. I was very nervous calling, but he quickly made me feel at ease.

With his guidance, we selected cohesive gel, moderate plus implants. I asked if it was possible for me to go to a full D; since I have broad shoulders and hips, I assumed that would balance out my frame nicely. He managed my expectations well and said that because I'm starting with such little breast tissue, we're aiming for 400 cc to bring me to a full C instead, but even that may be a stretch.

I'm calling his office tomorrow to book my surgery.

What a process! From my original email to Dr DeLuca's office to the date of my surgery is almost exactly a month! My consultation was on the 14th, and I called a day or two after to schedule my surgery. I was informed he generally books a couple of months ahead of time so I figured I would be getting my boobs in September or November but nope! She booked me in for July 29!! Less than two weeks from now!

I don't even have time to be nervous. I'm blessed that my ma and aunt are retired and cAn go whenever I needed. My man won't be able to get the time off work with such little notice, but he committed to taking care of every little annoying need I have when I get back.

Yesterday I received a call from the anesthesiologist, requesting payment. I explained I haven't even received my information from my surgeon yet, and I wasn't particularly comfortable with just handing over my credit card information to a disembodied voice over the phone. I'll call back when I have all my information.


The 29th!!!