Me, The Twins, And Dr. Diaz

So, I’ve been having some good natural boob days here and there and I’m starting to think that my body is out to get me.
As if considering a breast augmentation wasn’t already mentally taxing enough, now I have to worry about if my boobs are going to spontaneously combust into a C cup AFTER my surgery. I can’t walk around looking like a top heavy bulldog after my surgery. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
Also, I’m a tad bit nervous and have started to psych myself out a little. I’ve been wanting an augmentation since I was 16, but now that I am able to legitimately afford it I’M FREAKING OUT!!! How do I make adult decisions when I don’t even get a lower car insurance rate?! I’m high risk people!
Let me break down my insanity for you a bit:
1.) I know they would look amazing because my doctor is a boss ass B (even though he is not technically a B due to him being a man).
2.) They would give me better proportions for my butt. I’m a thin girl with a confusingly noticeable bubble butt...just food for thought.
3.) The thought of someone cutting my body open and shoving a foreign object inside of me so close to my heart kiiiiinnd of makes me want to barf from fear.
4.) I know it won’t fix all my problems as far as my body image goes, but it will allow me to fill out my bikinis for once in my life instead paying $40 for nipple flaps.
Long story short, I’ve gotten nowhere as far as scheduling a surgery date goes.
Help me! Tell me boobs are amazing and I need to get them tomorrow.

I have always been a very tall, thin girl with the breast tissue of an 11 year old boy (thankfully minus the budding chest hair). It always perplexed me because all of the other women in my family, excluding my mother and I, are tall and thin with natural 32Cs or Ds. That being said, I have no idea what happened to me (thanks mom).
At the age of 16, I had given up hope that the puberty monster would come sprinkle her magical [RS bleep] wand over me causing me to spontaneously bud into a miniature Pam Anderson. Looking at it now, I’m glad she didn’t because I would look like, what I imagine to be, a bull dog with breast implants.
Anyways, over the course of my late teens and early twenties I went to a number of consultations only to leave dissatisfied with the lack of aesthetics in the surgeons “before and afters”.
It wasn’t until I moved to Los Angeles and found Dr. Diaz that I finally felt like the sky had opened and the boob gods had bestowed me with the perfect caramel skinned man to gift me with a brand new pair of headlights to blind the world with.
February 19, 2018
Day 1: The Consultation & Decision
The day had finally come where I go in and let a medically certified stranger look at me topless and help me pick out the perfect pair. Think of it almost like Build-A-Bear except with boobs—Build-A-Boobs, if you will...Rated PG-13.
Anyway, I showed up to the office and was greeted by a beautiful blonde woman who immediately showed me back to the room where I would meet Dr. Diaz.
In a matter of minutes he joined me in the room and talked to me like we were friends. His openness and natural ability to talk to me was refreshing seeing as how we live in a city where people honk at you for turning left on any given road. We reminisced on good movies of the past before moving on to the good stuff.
First, he took me through the different kinds of implants and projections to help me find an implant that would match my lifestyle as well as my aesthetic needs. I am extremely active and needed to know that, if I were doing my Capoeira moves, that my tatas could handle the possibility of being slapped around a little.
He then took measurements on my chest and took photos with the vector machine to make sure they matched up. Symmetry is key, yo.
What I wanted is a natural look that didn’t scream “LOOK HOW MUCH I SPENT ON THEEESSEEEEEE”. Because I don’t know about you all, but it is kind of hard to have a conversation when someone’s unnecessarily erect nipples are side eyeing you while you are just trying to enjoy brunch. Long story short, I prefer apples to grapefruits.
What we decided on were moderate profile saline implants at 240ccs. I wish I knew what all of this meant, but all I know is that my simulations looked GREAAATTTTTT!! I will admit that it kind of threw my off to see my nipples stretched out that much. My nipples don’t stretch ever so I felt like I was looking at a strangers body.
Dr. Diaz left the room to let me play with the images on his computer for awhile and wrap my head around the idea of me having that size on my body. I can only imagine my face looking similar to that of an ape discovering a pair of coconuts for the first time. Mouth agape, I looked at my digital boobs from angles I’m sure will never be seen by humans in this life or the next. My mind was exploding with images of bikinis that fit, bra sizes that the store actually carries, and my boyfriend’s face when I finally revealed myself like Lady Godiva. I. Was. In. LOVE.
Dr. Diaz was extremely thorough with his explanations and was quick to answer all of my strange questions about recovery regarding IV Therapy, Hyperbaric Chambers, and alternative pain medication. I came into his office with the feeling of superior preparedness (something rare in my world) only to check off 19 of the 21 questions that I had written down prior to him asking me if I had any questions. He knows his stuff.
At the end of the day, I was so thrilled and comfortable that I put down my deposit on the spot. They offer a lot of cool incentives if you book the same day (shout out to Gina my patient coordinator/my soon to be silicone sista) so I couldn’t resist.
I am so excited to begin this journey (sorry to the valet guy who I scared when I screamed in my car from excitement), but I am also terrified beyond all reason. Regardless, let’s do this thing! *high fives own boobs* *regrets decision immediately*