24 Y/O 38H +, Ready to Live Life like I Should! Oklahoma City, OK

I began developing breasts in sixth grade. Not too early compared to some, but once it started it didn’t take long for them to grow completely out of control. I literally went from completely flat-chested to a D-cup before I even knew what a training bra was. I never had the opportunity to wear cute, colorful, patterned bras–it was straight to huge and beige. By the end of that year I was wearing a DD, which I wore for a long time, but looking back it didn’t fit me at all. In high school I was measured again and it turned out I was not a DD, but a G. Before too long that didn’t fit anymore either. I’ve been wearing a 38H for a couple years now, but I’m spilling out of that as well. :(

This surgery is something I've dreamed about for a significant portion of my life, and I can only hope it will help as much as I need it to. I’ve never been comfortable with my body even at my smallest/healthiest point, and it doesn't help that I'm pretty overweight now due to some medications. I really want to better myself, but the problem is, my discomfort with my appearance makes me afraid to exercise due to perceived ridicule, and even if that wasn’t an issue, I am physically unable to do much of anything because of the ridiculous bouncing and the fact that my breasts are so heavy that they compress my lungs so I can’t breathe properly. Add those things to my years of neck pain, back pain, and emotional pain from people staring and oversexualizing my chest, and there’s the basic reason that I NEED this surgery.

In November 2015, after a lot of fighting with myself, I worked up the courage to schedule a consultation with a surgeon. There was a good chance that my insurance at the time would cover the cost because of their lax requirements, and since I would be changing insurance in the new year, I had to give it a shot before that chance disappeared. The consultation helped me put things into perspective a lot better and realize that I DO have an actual medical issue due to my breasts. It was so comforting to hear someone say that I wasn’t crazy or just complaining over nothing. But reassurance can only get you so far. Two weeks after the surgeon submitted the request for preauthorization, I called back the insurance company and learned that my request had been denied. They told me that appeals could take up to three months, and I just didn’t have that time available to me. I was devastated. I gave up, all of that hope and excitement crushed by some anonymous group of people who arbitrarily decided that the problems that had been plaguing me for my whole life were…not real.

About two months ago, my mother-in-law started talking with my husband about me getting the reduction done, and they worked out a plan so that we could pay out of pocket for my surgery. I…was overwhelmed. I still am. I didn’t think I’d be able to have this surgery for years to come, if I was ever able to at all. And all of a sudden, here it is. I don’t know what to think or to say.

Thinking about all this makes me so happy I can’t stop my eyes from tearing up. Finally I’ll be able to become myself. A healthier, more active, and happier version of myself.

Finally got around to taking some photos. I'm 5'3" and 209lbs as of right now. The beige bra is my best-fitting one, but still doesn't fit well at all. I tried to show the top spillage, but it's hard to take pictures of. The blue sports bra is the closest I've ever gotten to a sports bra fitting, but still gives me a pretty bad uniboob--the only reason it's not a full uniboob is because it has underwires, which is obviously not comfortable.

I deleted the pictures from my previous post because they were such a mess. To make things look nicer I made collages of my images. :) I'll be trying on these clothing items again after I've healed a bit to show the difference. It'll be very fun to see the change!