Should have had breast augmentation 10 years ago! Now I go out & live life

I didn't write the title for this review and I don't think it communicates the tone I was trying to set. I absolutely did go out and live life prior to my BA. The only thing new boobs did was help me stop worrying about the appearance of my breasts while I am living life. One of the reasons I chose Dr. Markarian was that he was realistic about what a BA could do for me. I think having reasonable expectations before surgery contributed to me being so happy with my outcome once the hardest part of the recovery was over.

So how are the boobs 9 weeks out? They've dropped more, the size is perfect, they look great, I'm not in any pain, and I've learned a new party trick! I'm still getting sensation back, but I honestly don't care if it ever comes back completely. I also don't mind the animation because I was fully expecting it. Here's a video to make you laugh.

TL;DR: I overshare a lot and my before and after photos speak for themselves.
I sincerely believe that, seven weeks ago, I received the world's best boob job because I chose an extremely talented surgeon. Look at my before and after photos for proof that this guy is some sort of wizard. It is true that plastic surgery is not a magic pill for happiness and society has a problem with unattainable beauty standards. What Dr. Markarian did for me was to get my appearance to a place where I could accept it and then move on. The feeling of "enough" has been so life changing that I wish I hadn't waited so long to have surgery.
The reality is that such a huge, positive life change doesn't come for free. Dr. Markarian warned me ahead of time that scheduling surgery was going to be chaotic. You can find details of what to expect in terms of chaos in his office's google reviews. The surgery itself was super easy. The nurses were amazing and the anaesthesiologist gave me some really fun drugs before he knocked me out. My recovery, on the other hand, was really rough for the first ten days because the general anaesthesia made me depressed and I was confused about what to do when it turned out that I, personally, hate oxycodone. I ended up not being on any pain meds for a lot of the worst of it, but it was exhausting rather than excruciating. It wasn't until week three that I started to feel glad that I had surgery. My advice is to hold off getting elective surgery until you're really certain you want it.
At seven weeks I can go out and live my life without my old insecurity nagging me all of the time. I can enjoy time with friends without feeling abnormal. I can appreciate what other women are wearing without the thought that it would look strange on my body. I spend more time doing fun stuff instead of looking in the mirror. The only regret I have is how much time I wasted on thinking about my boobs instead of just getting breast implants and being done with it. For me, this was 1000% worth it.