When I was 18 years old I had a breast reduction done in Cuba, my home country. I had very large breasts that caused me back pain and worst of all caused me severe depression and low self-esteem. High school was a very sad part of my life as big boobs were considered anything but sexy. Having a breast reduction was such a relief. I didn’t care about the scars, the obvious asymmetry nor the fact that I was left flat since I was advised by doctors to go as small as possible…and so I did. All I cared about is that they were gone and I was no longer seen as a freak.
When I moved to Canada several years later, my passion for fitness began. Unfortunately,
when abs start popping, boobs start disappearing. Though I became a master at false advertisement by wearing VS double push up bras and had a Houdini bra for every top and every dress, I knew a boob job had to happen in the near future.