45 Years Old and Free from 17year Silicone Prison

Well, where to start! Had silicone overs put in in 1998. Loved them to start with but noticed them get 'firm' after only six weeks. Didn't know any better so thought that was how they were supposed to be! Anyway, two children and fifteen years later they were ridiculously hard. I am talking Barbie boobs here! After feeling a friends newly done boobs I realised how hard mine were and thought I had best get them checked out so found a ps and asked him if they were ok. He was amazed at how hard they were and recommended a revision, which took place dec 2013. Went from overs to 330cc unders. What a traumatic recovery that was!! Anyway, never really took to them and in Dec 2014 came across this site. On reading stories, realised with horror that all my little health niggles. Reynauds, insomnia, exhaustion, dry eyes, night sweats, constant colds and viruses etc could be down to my implants! These things had crept up on me over the years and I had never connected them! Decided to explant and found wonderful surgeon in Hull. Now 5 days post explant and feeling better than have felt in years. Boobs are sad and deflated but know I have absolutely done the right thing.

Well, been for dressing change today and wounds are doing ok. However, now realise dressing was acting like a little hammock for my boobs and helping the poor thinks defy gravity a bit. Now that has gone they are like little envelope flaps on my chest. LOL. Proper middle aged lady boobs!!!

So, last night was my first night out (no drinking tho) with friends since explant. Some of my friends are much younger than I am (mid thirties) so getting ready is always traumatic. Have to say tho that the usual 'I've got nothing to wear' angst was significantly enhanced with the realisation that little sore flat boobies were not going to be happy encased in padded/ push up bras yet. For the first time since op I have to confess that I did shed a tear or two of frustration. Thankfully, big hugs from DH, a comfy soft bra and a killer denim jacket eventually managed to help me feel good enough to hit the town. So glad I did as knew that this was going to be one of the biggest hurdles, and it was fine! One of my friends (male) told me to look around the room and asked me what I saw. I said "boobs! Everywhere!" He laughed and asked if I was joking. I said "no". He told me to look again as there were women of all shapes and sizes dancing and enjoying themselves. He said that if you wanted you could stand and pick fault with or envy something about absolutely everyone in the room but that in reality nobody does that at all. Folk just see a person and really haven't got time or inclination to check out every physical detail of each other. He said that we are our own harshest critics and agonise over small physical things that no-one else even notices, and I saw that he was right!! Bless him! So long as the body is happy and healthy and enjoying life that should be what matters. Anyway managed to have a good time and came home to make Easter preparations for my beautiful children. Happy Easter to you all!!