What you don’t know is that many people around you are unhappy with their cup sizes and breasts. Many people consider breast reduction surgery. You might call it vanity but there are so many reasons for breast reduction surgery and vanity is not really the driving reason.
A Breast Reduction Changed My Life and became a necessary evil to correct an ever-spreading infection. If my article helps just one person, it was worth writing. I am hoping you can make a promising decision or a change that help you.
Rather than going into surgery and recovery of a breast reduction without knowing what to expect, I hope to share my story. Perhaps I will be able to shed light at the end of the tunnel and steer you through the unknown. How a breast reduction changed my life is not about cancer.
This story is about how a breast reduction changed my life as I learned to live again! It took a procedure I should have done years ago to get me excited to go clothing shopping, sleep and even be comfortable in my body. It has been a long, hard journey to arrive back at me.
In fact, I’ was lost, and did not even know who I was anymore. My first steps in the process were seeking help and making sure I had a support system set to go.
How A Breast Reduction Changed My Life
The Path To Breast Reduction
Debates, year after year, over should I get a breast reduction or not. SO many people I knew had gotten them for various reasons, yet, I was still not ready, or was I? I have to be honest about my breast reduction thought process. Truly, this was a HUGE widely debated decision. What I did not know about recovery and how the surgery would turn out were big black holes.
Never fear, I am ready to share my story. The best way to look at breast reductions is to look forward. How will it change your life? Can you wear your favorite shirts? Will your arms look better? Are you getting the extra surgery for the bulging under your arms as well? All things to consider, but there’s more! Read on, please.
Breast reduction surgery is was a large undertaking. Consider everything from surgery to recovery. This is a life-altering procedure. Truly my story is all about how a breast reduction changed my life.
The Urban Dictionary made me laugh with this song about 99 Words For Boobs, and in fact, there are so many different words, that we refer to ‘our girls’ as I will attempt to cover many of them. I am the same as each of you and I call them what you call them.
Before Child Birth & After – A Breast Reduction Changed My Life
Pre-child birth I had larger boobs. In fact, they were far larger than most of my friends. How big were they? I could definitely wear a strapless dress and not worry about it falling off. But, just because I could I didn’t. You try finding a Strapless bra to feet boobs the size of small watermelons.
Then, when you look in the mirror you hate how it looks. Because big boobs were totally out of proportion on my small frame. There are also more cons than pros when you have big boobs.
There were mass amounts of clothing I could not wear, bras that I chose never came from the ‘normal’ lingerie section and in fact, some had to be ordered online.
I needed to always purchase under-wire (which on its own is nasty, but with large breasts, its outright painful no matter which brand you buy), and those skimpy tank tops everyone was wearing around were not an option.
Of course, if I wanted to wear those little tank tops, I had to wear a LARGE bra with huge straps, which ended up being larger than the silly tank so what was the use? Thick backs, ugly closures, and BOOBS basically up to my chin. Where did these come from?
Child Bearing And The Evolving Breasts & A Breast Reduction That Changed My Life
While I had taken my larger cup size in stride to this point, it suddenly was going to be the cup that would sink me. Do you know how some people tell you they lost their boobs during pregnancy? My boobs took up even more residency that I would have liked.
During childbirth, my chest cups size rocketed from a DD to an F and nursing my first child just basically stretched me out for life and left. me. I lost the childbirth weight, but really never got back to ‘Dana Size’.
This coupled with the big boob syndrome just threw me over-the-edge, as I lost interest in dressing, clothes and so many active things I used to have a passion for (gardening, house projects, etc)
You might say that my breasts resembled long eggplants that swashed from one place on my chest and hung on a vine-like direction going south where they almost touched my belly button, they were just out of control.
No matter what time of day it was, I had a bra on, because they were simply too big to not be contained and there is no other way to say it.
Mom Needed To Come First Just Once
With tweens and teens in the house, my responsibility to be ‘Mom’ came with a notion to keep things in place. Trust me, no matter what time of day it was I was uncomfortable.
Moving my arms right, left, across my chest and driving just sucked, because I would run into my knockers. My moods mimicked my misery and then….
It Happened… I Could Not Take The Big Boob Syndrome Anymore
It happened, I could not take it anymore, and my big old boobs had to go. For years I had personally debated should they stay or should they go, but the only thing going was my self-esteem and dwindling wardrobe because DD’s boobs had just taken my life over.
Trust me, when I talked to people about breast reductions, I got a ton of eye-rolls. Some went as far as to make snotty remarks like, “You should love your boobs, and be happy you don’t have any issues with them!”
Another person told me, ‘get over it, people pay for what you have going on there!’ There is no discussing this with people that have not walked the walk. Trust me.
Hardly can you love what is like two clunks of melons carried around on your chest each day, that wind you when you walk, don’t allow you to ever rest on your belly flat-faced on your pillow, nor do allow you the opportunity to wear great clothing.
Admission Through Pain
The time was right and a breast reduction became necessary when I had an infection that just would not leave. I visited the dermatologist because underneath each breast was an infection that went from armpit to armpit and now had entered into my underarms.
This was no ordinary infection, in fact, the friction of the under-wire, the weight of the breast, the heat of the skin on skin, and the fact that there was NO Treatment for it, sent me over-the-edge. The last three years have been insane with itching, burning, recurrent infections that I try to fight off.
Three years of battling a horrid infection. Then there was the fear of showing a doctor the unsightly mess. Suddenly I mustered up the strength and showed the doctor. It was time to conquer the pain and burning.
The burning and itching were severe at this point. It was spreading and there was no way to stop it. Yes, it was spreading. I understood it to be a yeast infection. The doctor tried antibiotics and creams, but NOTHING helped. It kept getting worse.
There is no ‘pill’ to fight this infection (trust me, I have been to all the RIGHT Doctors and they all conceded to heading for a reduction). Heat, exercise, weight gain, weight loss, aging and the massive size of my ‘girls’ all came tumbling down into one very emotional appointment.
Burning, itching, unsightly redness, a very warm sensation on the skin, and the solution? A cream! The cream which had to be placed UNDER the breast. I could not go without a bra, therefore the underwire just further dug into the mess. Friction, burning, itching, and pain. I AM DONE with this!
The Dermatologist Mattered
The Dermatologist said, “get to a breast reduction Doctor now before it enters your blood system and does damage!” I went home, called the suggested Dr. and the rest is history.
In addition to burning and itching and swelling, and the inability to ever go bra-less, I was living with back pain and just had been to a specialist to see why I could not sleep and again the answers came back to the big old boob club.
Battered with fear, upset with life, I did what had to be done because I am just not one to give up and I had been on the wrong side of this battle for far too long.
My surgeon was a gem, he knew my feelings before I communicated them, he met my questions with straight on answers and his PA had been a patient and could speak candidly. I knew I had found the right Dr. Now I had to get insurance to work with me.
My reasons were ALL valid from the infection to the size of my ‘ladies’ to the chronic back pain and the possible ‘sleep apnea’ issues created by them. The wait began, and three months went by before we were able to move forward.
Discussion While Waiting For Approval
It’s amazing how much information is not out there about breast reduction surgery, perhaps because it is still not widely accepted or discussed, but I can tell you that more people than you can believe undergo breast surgery and my personal doctor had 9 scheduled for a short month, right here in Pittsburgh.
I talked to so many people, it was lucky my mouth suddenly had gone into overdrive when I found out that a breast reduction was a more common procedure that once thought to be. While recovery would not be easy, it was certainly no insurmountable.
We set our plans in our home, my husband stayed by my side and was my rock, and the kids were all managed between each other and my husband.
Life Went On In Casa Vento
There were some odd days where we really could have used help. We did not have any help. My parents were living out of town, so it was me, Mike, and the kids. Rather than just giving up, we pushed through the chaos.
Never once, did I tell my kids coaches or the school? I wanted the kids’ lives to be as they were as I healed. Michael, just maintained all schedule for everyone and the kids stepped up a bit as well. Everyone where they needed to go. Life functioned as normal as possible for the kids. I rested when they were not home.
I did not want my kids’ lives shelved because I had to have a procedure. We worked it all out. By the 2nd day, I was walking around the house. I made myself a sandwich. Baby steps. There were things I did not do.
or instance, I could not clean, do dishes or cook. However, using the bathroom, and walking around the house, I managed on my own. No, I did not just sink in my bed, because you can get blood clots. Rather I moved around. By Day 5, Michael went back to work. I needed to nap a bit, due to the pain meds, and then I was up and moving for the remained of the day.
There is no way I could have done with the pain meds either. There is pain, after all it was surgery. Ice also helps. No late nights. Bed on time, and up in the morning when everyone left for school. Why? To get on a schedule and get back to life.
The Best Gift I Gave Myself
As a Mom, I will admit I am always last on the ‘get help’ list. Why? As a Mom, my world is all about my family and making sure their world is spinning right. Yes, I realize that I should come first, but I also am not a ‘Me’ person. Family first!
Just this time, I stepped up for myself and gave myself a gift. Since I was so unhappy, my world was not spinning right, I was lost. My Big Old Boobs were making me insecure and totally took the ME out of me.
Breast reduction surgery is the best gift I have ever given myself and while I am still recuperating and a little shy to discuss, the end result is something so incredible there are just no words.
I am me again. The person that I liked. That version of me had perky little boobs without sag. Now I sport cleavage and my Dr. told me that was a perk and he is right. I feel like a lady again!
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Lavishly live life out loud, enjoying the day, wearing camisoles with shelf bras, tank tops, little dresses without big lanky, ugly bra straps and without back pain! ~ DANA XO