Stats: 5'9", 145lbs, 29 years old, no kids.
Before BA: 34A/B (Depended on brand)
After BA: 32DD (Turns out I was wearing the wrong band size!)
My body never seemed proportionate. I've always been tall and had dancer's legs (muscular). It seemed like my breasts forgot to develop along with the rest of my body. I first started thinking about plastic surgery as a teenager, went to a few consultations in my early-mid 20's, even scheduled surgery twice. Something always felt "not right," whether it was an internal feeling or an external influence, I always found reasons why NOT to have surgery.
A few months ago, something shifted. I spent hours and hours on realself, scheduled a consultation with Dr. Gervais, and allowed myself to follow through. And I am SO glad I did.
I knew, the moment I stepped into the lobby at Minneapolis Plastic Surgery, that I had found the place. The day after my consultation, I scheduled my surgery. and one month later was the big day.
I decided to take a break from realself after my surgery. I wanted a positive and healthy healing experience. I didn't trust myself with access to endless posts, detailing the complications and hardships of others' experiences. (Side note-- I was sick the majority of the time, from birth until 1.5 years ago. Doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong, so I took to the internet to explore symptoms and diagnose myself. I know myself too well to know that I would do the same during my recovery period from surgery.)
So here I sit, almost two months later, ready to share a little bit of my journey. I went bra shopping today and got measured. 32DD-32DDD, depending on style and brand. At certain times during the last two months, I was convinced that my breasts weren't that much bigger than before, and I'd probably only measure to a C, if that. I'm sharing this to give a clear example of the reason I stayed off the internet. I thought about posting every day leading up and following my procedure, and I'm so glad that I didn't. Because in the long run, if 2 months can be considered the long run, I love how I look today. I love how my breasts fit my body. I love that I was able to go through with this, with a positive, optimistic, and rational attitude-- most of the time. Some days weren't so great. But I didn't catastrophize, I practiced patience and acceptance. And I wish nothing less for every other person who embarks on this journey.