Ta-ta, Titties. 31, No Kids, 32F --> 32Dish - Gold Coast, AU

Today marks the 1 year anniversary of not having enormous sweaty pendulous fleshy nightmares dangling off my thoracic cage, making a daily nuisance of themselves, and I am still 100% delighted with the results.
I’ve mostly forgotten I used to ever have tit issues. I can go bra-less, or just buy a cheap crop top for ten bucks and know it’ll fit without even trying it on. Clothes look and fit better. My shoulders don’t ache like they used to. I get fewer headaches. My confidence has soared. Exercise is much less of a drama and I can breathe a lot better without two heavy-duty sports bras strapping the puppies in.
Healing generally became easy and uninteresting around the time of my last post, which is why I stopped bothering to update. I now have full sensation back in both nipples, I fact I have more sensation than I ever used to.
I honestly can’t think of a downside to any of this. I saw my surgeon at around 10 months post-op to ask about my scars, which are kind of bigger and chunkier in some patches than others, and he said yeah breasts tend to scar like that. He gave me the option of getting cosmetic tattooing to blend the scars in, or some kind of laser treatment that shrinks them up a bit, but I don’t think I’ll do it - how the scars look doesn’t really trouble me enough to want to do anything about it.
In short, YES, thank you past me for making this damn good decision and making my quality of life so much better. Anyone on the fence still, I hope this helps.

3 weeks tomorrow fellow overgenerously chestily endowed sisters from another mister.
Can I just say that this has been the best money I've ever spent. I have got the boobs I always dreamed of. They just sit there, behaving themselves and looking perfectly normal, and generally do not make a nuisance of themselves one little bit these days. Gone are the days of them swinging around smashing into things like rambunctious toddlers dizzy on lemonade, attracting stares and tuts. Gone are the days of sweaty ginormousness. Gone are the shoulder dents. Gone are the kevlar-reinforced megabras that doubled as warm winter hats. I am free and I am so bloody chuffed with the results. Hats off to Dr Layt, the man's an artist. And by hats, yes I mean my old bras.

Ello everyone. Day 13 today I think. Things are pretty much back to normal over here. Minimal to no pain at all. I went to see my surgeon last week and he was happy with everything and doesn't need to see me again. I'm using a silicone tape that is meant to be good for healing scars, and have been sleeping comfortably without the beige corset of pain for the past couple of nights.

Highlight of the week: I went to a lingerie shop the other day and bought myself a tiny little lacy thing with no underwiring in a size M. I was so overjoyed that it fitted me, I couldn't help oversharing with the woman running the shop about my recent surgery. By some divine synchronicity, she had also had a breast reduction herself some years ago, and could completely understand my shrieking overexcitement.

I'm back at work, coping fine, and everything is going generally smashingly well. I'm so so so so very glad indeed I did this, and in fact if I woke up tomorrow morning with my old F cups the very first thing I'd do is call up my surgeon and book in for another go.