Coming out, Explanted!!!!!! - London, United Kingdom

I guess the best place to start is the beginning, so here goes - grab yourself a cuppa and a biscuit or two!!
From a young age I didn't like my boobs, not just that they were small, but I didn't like the shape either, especially the position of my nips. I had always wanted a boob job, but in reality didn't imagine I would ever have one. And then my mum had surgery. So I actually knew a real life person who had plastic surgery, not that any of this is her fault, just that it made it more accessible.

My 'dream' if you will became a possible reality and at the ripe old age of 24, I had a BA 290 cc PIP implants behind the muscle, this was in 2004.
I had no problems at all, I healed very well and loved my boobs.. I went from a 34b to a 34d. I was informed that they would have a shelf life of 10-15 years and was happy with that. I remember so clearly the first time they bounced as I ran up the stairs, I loved it! I hate that feeling now. I feel defined by my boobs and don't want to be.

So, moving forward, at the back end of 2004 I met my husband to be (if only I had met him earlier) and in 2010 we had our first earth baby and she guzzled from me for 6 months, and another then beautiful girl arrived in March this year. Only feeding didn't go to well with our second baby as I developed bad mastitis, which in turn triggered the capsular contracture, it's a grade 4 too so very painful. I've had it since May and for a while was fobbed off with "engorgement". It took until October for it to finally be confirmed.

I found out I had the PiPs in January, and have been desperate to get them out ever since, but I had to finish up breast feeding and then let my body settle. I knew quite quickly that I didn't want them replacing, and that I would need a lift. In the words of Mr Karidis "they've sagged haven't they" - good job I was over the baby blues otherwise I would have burst into tears there and then!

Then I found this website, and it was such an inspiration, so many brave women explanting and being so happy with their figures. I began to doubt my decision and started to think that other people's idea of happiness was mine. I nearly lost my operation slot because I couldn't make a firm decision about what to do.

So I spoke with my sister, and she told me something that really made me think, "you can get money back Lyns, but not time. All this time you are spending agonising over what to do you will never get back, just go for and have the lift, you know what you thought of your boobs before, and after breast feeding two they aren't going to be any better"!
Even my husband told me very honestly, that I was spending too much time on the internet looking at other people's ideals, and face it, I hated my boobs before implants, so the best bet was to have a lift and stand a chance of being happy with small and perky boobs. And then it all made sense, my idea of happiness, how my body is going to look and make me feel is what matters.
If only my nipples were in what I call the 'correct' position, I've have 'em out and be done with it.

So I'm booked, 1st November I'm back off to London to get these toxic [RS bleep] bags out of me, to end the pain of the capsular contracture, and have my little lift and my nips face forward where they belong!!! I'm nervous, excited and hopeful.
Photos to follow......