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Where's the money tree?!
I'm feeling a little defeated. I didn't realize how much proof my insurance would need to really consider paying for my procedure. I feel like it will be months before I can get enough doctors notes/letters,try losing a little weight, and get physical therapy. I just want relief now, but I just have to be patient and pray that eventually I'll be approved because with my salary I can't afford to pay 8,000+ for surgery and If I get it financed I'll be in over my head I already pay enough bills
Greetings to all who come and read my introduction...
Greetings to all who come and read my introduction i'm glad you're here accompanying me through my journey. I'm sure throughout the next few months I'll have moments of ranting or venting and some posts will seem pointless but I'll try to document my experience as clearly and informatively as possible.
So let's get started!
I was a late bloomer, just three years ago I had no shape I was skinny with little bitties and a pancake booty (that seems like an oxymoron, is that the correct term?) I'll just say I had no rump shaker whatsoever. For the longest time I prayed and hoped for boobs, my google searches at that time were ridiculous they ranged from, how to get big boobs without surgery to magic pills for big Tatas. Needless to say they weren't coming and I came to terms with that. So in turn I did the reasonable thing and started wearing two bras everyday, it was the first day back after summer break it was my sophomore year of high school and my friends commented on them and were jealous at how much they had "grown" over the break. That whole year I was on top of the world but it didn't change the fact that I still had little b cups *poor little tink tink*
GROW LITTLE ONES GROW!!!!
fast forward about a year and a half my fun bits fit into a C cup! It was the stage in my development when I felt happiest they were a great size (granted I still wanted them to be bigger) throughout the years after that I overdeveloped! For a long time I had stuck with my 34 c bra I never knew much about bras or how they should fit but I knew it was time for a fitting the girls just weren't sitting in the cups like they should have they were spilling at the top, sides, bottoms, you name it. They were escaping boob prison! Those mischievous twins (well sisters because they look nothing like the other) so I went to Victoria secret and asked them to measure me the result was atrocious I cried in the fitting room! It was mentally and physically exhausting they started from different sizes ranging from a bigger C then D then DD it was the first time I realized how truly big they were the sales clerk came and went with different bras in different colors, styles, sizes, and I was still spilling. At this point I didn't care if it was an ugly nude bra I just wanted something to fit. She came back with a DDD I felt horrible about myself they were humongous and disproportionate I tried three different ones and finally settled on the size 32 DDD I was happy and sad, happy because I would finally be wearing the "right" size (like I said I didn't know how sizing worked and I had been wearing the wrong bra size for years, so this felt like a step up) and sad because it would be hard from that point to look at my breasts the same way. You can imagine having such big breasts and big small framed and on top of that wearing the wrong size and lacking the proper support for years made the girls sag which has made me very insecure about my body luckily I have a boyfriend that makes me feel like I'm the sexiest woman alive. Bras weren't the only item of clothing I've had trouble finding, CLOTHES SHOPPING WAS AND STILL IS A NIGHTMARE, I hate myself the most when I'm in the fitting room, let me give you a play by play. So here I am in my favorite clothing store skimming the racks for a cute romper, they're all strapless. Alright so no to that because there's no way I could ever make that work much less find one my size. I find a couple of dresses and some cute tops, I spend about half an hour on the dressing room, not because I don't know how clothes work it's simple stuff slip them over my head and put it on. I usually take so long because in between fittings I examine my body and get angry so I usually end up leaving looking at all the crop tops, cute bandeaus, and strapless shirts I'll never be able to wear.
Beyond the superficial I must talk about the physical pain and damage that has come with large boobies the list is endless!
•bleeding rashes on my shoulders from the straps
•BACK PAINS
•being completely winded after climbing stairs/running/jumping etc.
•constantly holding them in place during workouts/activity
•not being able to deal with the weight and having to lay down, hold them, or proving them up on surfaces to get a break
•BACK PAINS
•BACK PAINS
•BACK PAINS
•BACK PAINS
Do I want breast reduction surgery? No, I NEED it!
So let's get started!
I was a late bloomer, just three years ago I had no shape I was skinny with little bitties and a pancake booty (that seems like an oxymoron, is that the correct term?) I'll just say I had no rump shaker whatsoever. For the longest time I prayed and hoped for boobs, my google searches at that time were ridiculous they ranged from, how to get big boobs without surgery to magic pills for big Tatas. Needless to say they weren't coming and I came to terms with that. So in turn I did the reasonable thing and started wearing two bras everyday, it was the first day back after summer break it was my sophomore year of high school and my friends commented on them and were jealous at how much they had "grown" over the break. That whole year I was on top of the world but it didn't change the fact that I still had little b cups *poor little tink tink*
GROW LITTLE ONES GROW!!!!
fast forward about a year and a half my fun bits fit into a C cup! It was the stage in my development when I felt happiest they were a great size (granted I still wanted them to be bigger) throughout the years after that I overdeveloped! For a long time I had stuck with my 34 c bra I never knew much about bras or how they should fit but I knew it was time for a fitting the girls just weren't sitting in the cups like they should have they were spilling at the top, sides, bottoms, you name it. They were escaping boob prison! Those mischievous twins (well sisters because they look nothing like the other) so I went to Victoria secret and asked them to measure me the result was atrocious I cried in the fitting room! It was mentally and physically exhausting they started from different sizes ranging from a bigger C then D then DD it was the first time I realized how truly big they were the sales clerk came and went with different bras in different colors, styles, sizes, and I was still spilling. At this point I didn't care if it was an ugly nude bra I just wanted something to fit. She came back with a DDD I felt horrible about myself they were humongous and disproportionate I tried three different ones and finally settled on the size 32 DDD I was happy and sad, happy because I would finally be wearing the "right" size (like I said I didn't know how sizing worked and I had been wearing the wrong bra size for years, so this felt like a step up) and sad because it would be hard from that point to look at my breasts the same way. You can imagine having such big breasts and big small framed and on top of that wearing the wrong size and lacking the proper support for years made the girls sag which has made me very insecure about my body luckily I have a boyfriend that makes me feel like I'm the sexiest woman alive. Bras weren't the only item of clothing I've had trouble finding, CLOTHES SHOPPING WAS AND STILL IS A NIGHTMARE, I hate myself the most when I'm in the fitting room, let me give you a play by play. So here I am in my favorite clothing store skimming the racks for a cute romper, they're all strapless. Alright so no to that because there's no way I could ever make that work much less find one my size. I find a couple of dresses and some cute tops, I spend about half an hour on the dressing room, not because I don't know how clothes work it's simple stuff slip them over my head and put it on. I usually take so long because in between fittings I examine my body and get angry so I usually end up leaving looking at all the crop tops, cute bandeaus, and strapless shirts I'll never be able to wear.
Beyond the superficial I must talk about the physical pain and damage that has come with large boobies the list is endless!
•bleeding rashes on my shoulders from the straps
•BACK PAINS
•being completely winded after climbing stairs/running/jumping etc.
•constantly holding them in place during workouts/activity
•not being able to deal with the weight and having to lay down, hold them, or proving them up on surfaces to get a break
•BACK PAINS
•BACK PAINS
•BACK PAINS
•BACK PAINS
Do I want breast reduction surgery? No, I NEED it!
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Dr. J.J Wendell