When I had my children, the good Lord decided to "bless" me with rather large breasts. Went from a 36C to a 36EEE and stayed that size for a number of years. As my weight crept up and dropped over the past 18yrs, the girls continued to grow and are now a 38HHH. I have been waiting for over a year for the surgery and finally got a date yesterday...March 21st. I haven't lost near the weight I had hoped to but am down 15 pounds from my consult date in Nov 2010 and have a month to lose hopefully 10 more.
I have spent so much time online looking at breasts I'm feeling like a teenage boy! I've read everything I can get my hands on about the proceedure and what to expect and I'm still oh so nervous I could hurl. This all said, I'm still going through with it. I'm battling my fears and have come to realize my biggest one is "How will people look at me after the surgery?" Vain, I know. But, pardon the play on words, my breasts have been huge part of my life for most of my adult years. They're "there" all the time. I fear people looking at me after the surgery and laughing. "what a cow!" and "why would she do that? She looks stupid!" Including my husband. Although, I KNOW he would never say that...it sits in the back of my head as a 'what if?' Sorry for the ramble but this is finally happening and everything I've shoved aside regarding my feelings on this have jumped to the front of the line and have consumed my every thought for the past 24 hours. It's going to be a LONG month till the big day!