Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, as I lovingly named them, were known for giving me major anxiety. For about 11 years, actually. I initially wanted to have surgery when I was 18. But silicone was not (and still isn't) approved for women under the age of 22. At the advice of my primary, I decided to wait and see if things would improve as I finished developing. You know how this story ends, so clearly, things did not improve. And neither did my self-confidence. I could never wear a strapless anything, always needed extra padding in Tweedle Dee, and the yearly examinations were a pain in the rear (we're a family of breast cancer). As the years went by I grew complacent and just dealt with them. I always knew I wanted to have them fixed but I never knew when. I was very self-conscious about them and rarely let anyone see my top half bare. While breasts don't necessarily "define" a woman, they do play a big role in feeling feminine, at least in my opinion. They didn't look normal to me. And that made me feel like less of a female. One pro of having super awkward lady parts, you develop a pretty awesome personality!
Last year, after a major break up (probably should thank the ex for the motivation), I decided it was time to focus on me. Happiness is made on the inside, right? For me, it was on my chest! I wanted new tits. And I wasn't letting anything stop me. I made consultations with 3 doctors. The first one was Dr. Salama. I was very well versed on the procedure and the risks involved. I had quite a bit of time to research, after all. On the day of the consultation, I met with Jesenia at the front desk. Super sweet girl, very helpful. I filled out some forms and waited my turn. Meanwhile, the office waiting room was crawling with patients (literally, as most couldn't sit due to their fresh BBLs). No one had a negative thing to say about Dr. Salama, which was reassuring. After a few minutes, I got called in, told to remove my top, and throw on one of those paper robes. I couldn't help but play with implants that were on the counter. I'm really a 12 year old boy, by the way. Any who, shortly there after, and luckily AFTER I put the implants back, Dr. Salama came in and greeted me. First impression was good. Thought, damn he's kind of short (sorry Dr.!), but seemed nice enough. I was ready for the typical surgeon attitude and it was really nowhere to be found. He was cool, down to Earth, answered all my questions, did tons of measuring, explained the difference between certain implants, asked me questions about what look I wanted to achieve, etc. For a free consultation, you'd think they'd rush you in and out. So not the case with him! He suggested high profile implants and a lift on Tweedle Dum. Poor thing was facing all the wrong directions so it needed to be lifted. Of course, being a surgeon, Dr. Salama was kind of bummed he wasn't doing a bilateral lift but hey, such is life! Knowing that cc's don't necessarily correlate with a specific cup size, I left it up to him to figure out what size would A. even them out, and B. look the best on my frame. For someone who is a natural skeptic, you can imagine how hard this was to do. But I put on my big girl panties, and went with it. At the end of the consultation, all I wanted was for him to make them pretty.
The consultation went SO well, I canceled the other two I had that afternoon and decided to schedule my surgery. Dealing with Nancy, their surgical coordinator, and the rest of the office staff was amazing. Everyone was extremely sweet and professional. Leaving their office, I felt 100% confident I had chosen the right doctor.
Fast forward 8 months, and it's June 2nd. Surgery day. I got to the surgical center, mom, grandma and nerves in tow, checked in, met the staff (again, super friendly and helpful), changed, and waited to see Dr. Salama and the CRNA providing my anesthesia. Dr. Salama came in shortly after, drew on me again, took some pictures (that could very well be used as blackmail, FYI), and went over what we were getting ourselves into once more. I had zero questions for him at that point. In came his CRNA, we went over my anesthetic plan, signed some paperwork and that was that. I was left to wait for a few minutes as they flipped the OR, during which time I flashed all those driving on Hallandale Beach Blvd through the window in the office I was in. It was the last the world would see of my God given boobies; a parting gift, if you will. Soon, I'm being escorted to the OR. I hop onto that OR table, let the CRNA poke a hole in my hand, and next thing I know, I'm home. With new titties. Which are sitting gracefully, in my throat. Oddly enough, I experienced no pain. I mean, absolutely zero pain. Either my tolerance is freakishly high, or he's just THAT good. Maybe a combination of both. All I felt was tremendous pressure and sore. Granted, I was now the proud owner of 500cc/650cc high profile smooth, round, silicone implants. Obviously, I was going to feel as if a car was sitting on my chest. But beyond that and the accompanying swelling, I felt great. I had no negative anesthetic side effects and no bruising from the surgery. I did need to sleep on a recliner for a few days but once I got use to the twins, that's what I call them now, I was able to sleep in bed, albeit, elevated and on my side.
I am currently 15 days post op and have my 3rd follow up next week. They have dropped and changed tremendously. According to the man friend, they were "pretty banged up" the first day. Now, they're "pretty damn awesome". Success. As with all cosmetic surgery, time does make a hell of a difference. If they look this good on day 15, I can only imagine how awesome they'll look 1 month out, 2 months out, etc. I'm definitely excited to see the final result.
I asked Dr. Salama to make them pretty. And thus far, he has delivered!