I always felt out of proportion with my broad shoulders, slim hips and thick waist. I always said you could mistake me for a pre-pubescent boy from the back.
So after putting up with this for 27 years, I decided that it was time to stop being frustrated and self-conscious. I personally knew three people who had breast augmentation performed in Thailand, and they have loved their results.
So I did my research, spoke to family and friends, and booked my surgery through Medi Makeovers, an Australian based medical tourism company that organises all the necessary bookings.
My consultant from Medi Makeovers is Kim Pitkins and she has been great; sending me emails for everything I could possibly want to know about my trip and surgery. It has been a relief not to have to worry about certain aspects of my surgery, god knows I am anxious enough about my decision to undergo surgery – I have never so much even been unconscious in my life!
All my bookings were done about 5 months prior to my surgery date. We are going to Phuket for the first 5 days to enjoy our Thailand trip, and then to Bangkok where I will be undergoing the procedure with Dr Chatpong at the Bangpakok 9 International Hospital. Then it’s one week recovering in luxury and ease at the Grand Centre Point Terminal 21 Hotel in Sukhumvit. In total, I have 10 days to rest and get back on my feet before flying back to Australia and going back to work. I’m glad that I have an office job so I’m not too concerned about the pain and discomfort, I can take it easy if necessary.
I have been freaking out coming up to the surgery date though. But it’s now only 3 weeks away, and I am starting to get a little more excited! I am trying to mentally prepare for the pain and discomfort, but I am not looking forward to not being able to eat or drink from midnight of the day before the surgery until after surgery the next day, which probably means that I won’t be eating or drinking from when I wake at 7am until like, 6pm. That’s almost 12 hours without food or water! That’s a kind of torture I wouldn’t even begin to know how to prepare for. Also, needles. And blood. Ugh. But, no pain, no gain.
To take my mind off the whole thing, I’ve been preparing for post surgery; I’m on an “anti-inflammatory” diet, cutting back chest exercises, moisturizing and massaging my boobs, drinking lots of water, and buying loads of supplies like heat/ice gel packs, laxatives, ginger ale, neck pillow, slippers, front button down shirts, searching for photos to show the surgeon, compiling list of questions to ask surgeon, preparing my Will and life insurance (dramatic, I know), reading forums, looking up scar treatments and compression garments, and buttering up my partner who will be nursing me through the procedure and puting up with me, and somehow, through it all, still love me even when I am grumpy and irrationally emotional from thirst, hunger, pain, discomfort, anxiety and general whining.
I’ve just stopped all medication and supplements as per instructions from the surgeon, and now just concentrating on eating healthily and keeping healthy in general.
I have told some close friends and work colleagues about the procedure; I have no qualms about being upfront about what I am doing to myself; I will own this decision as much as I will own my new boobies! However, I do feel that some people have judged me for my decision, but whatever, because Feminism. I can do whatever I want. I’m not doing it for the male gaze, or for any gaze. I am doing it for the 6 dresses lined up in my closet, waiting to be worn! I am doing it for all the dresses and tops in the stores that I used to walk straight pass knowing that I would not be able to fit into anything - I’ll stop justifying my decision now!
The ironic thing is that because of my small boobs, I unintentionally flash people when I bend down, and they see more of my boobs now than if I had proportional boobs that filled out my shirt. People will see less of my boobs (unintentionally at least) after the augmentation! Go figure.
I will try to update as I go along.