On Transitions or “Good-bye Big Boobs!”

 

When I was little I would put on my black leotard and stuff the chest of it with rolled up socks or oranges and act like I had boobs. #becarefulwhatyouwishfor

I distinctly remember going to the laundromat with my mom and her good friend, Cindy, when I was 7 or 8. While they talked I sat on the counter and put my mom’s bra on over my clothes. They warned me – “Someday you will have them, Jessie. Don’t be in such a rush to grow up.”

They were right – even though I was a late bloomer.

I didn’t start to develop breasts until after my freshman year of high school…and then it was all systems go to this day. Here I am, almost 51 and I think they have grown just a little bit everyday since I was 14.

The stupid comments and insulting questions began almost immediately once I filled out my bra. A guy I dated when I was in 10th grade joked “more than a mouthful is a waste”. [He’s the same one who said talking to me was like talking to a brick wall, so there you have it. #delightful]

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High School: “more than a mouthful is a waste”

Then, since I was a track athlete, I began to get the classic, “How do you run with those?” or “I’m surprised you don’t have two black eyes!” #neverheardthatbefore

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College: No black eyes!

Because I was so fit in those days I often was asked if my boobs were “real”. I even had boobs when I did a bodybuilding show!

As time went on I got used to the stares [#myeyesareuphere] and tasteless comments. I shrugged it off – what else was there to do?

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Eventually I got married and had my children. I breastfed them both – and felt for once like my breasts were there for a good reason and being put to good use. I didn’t care that they were big, they were feeding my babies!

I breastfed my daughter until she was four (yes, 4!)  and my son until he was three, so I essentially breastfed for over 7 years (with 6 months off in between the two of them). And I set a good example for my daughter:

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Miss M feeding her baby 🙂

I thought perhaps my breasts would deflate after all that breastfeeding – and I was fine with having saggy, flat boobs. “I’ll just roll ’em up like socks and tuck ’em in a small bra” I thought. #againwiththesocks

But no. Nature had other plans which did not include deflating my breasts, In fact, they grew. And grew. And grew.

Today, as I write this, I am overflowing in my 38H bra.

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Spilling out of a 38 mutha****in’ H!

I have permanent indentations on my shoulders from my bra straps and near constant neck and back pain. I have headaches almost daily – and if I wear a racerback bra (or rather, braS) the headaches and neck pain are severe.

I get horrific heat rash between and below my breasts. When we moved into this house I wore an underwire bra during the move and it rubbed me raw under my boobs. It smelled like meat and was so painful! #theuglytruth

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Underboob rash on a GOOD day!

I have literally strapped my boobs up when trying to do a shoulder stand in yoga class – otherwise it’s impossible to not feel like I am suffocating myself. I have to hold my chest when I run and my tennis swing is impeded. And grown ass men STILL refer to me as “the one with big boobs.” I can not fully express how much I HATE that.

So, I am doing something about it.

Tomorrow I am having breast reduction surgery. I’m 95% super excited and 5% nervous, and still a little incredulous that it is actually happening. I’ve thought about this for about 10 years, so to have it finally less than 24 hours away is mind-boggling and surreal.

I have to admit, I feel some sadness about it too – mostly because these are the breasts I fed my babies with…

Apparently we did a good job, since they are healthy young adults now!

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Good Job Boobs! 😉

I have read that breast reduction surgery is the most highly rated surgery of its kind in terms of post-surgery satisfaction and the most common comment is that patients wish they had done it sooner.

So while I am excited, thrilled, looking-forward to, and relieved to be having it done, I mindfully acknowledge a little sadness and apprehension about the change…

..because it’s a big one!

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Stay tuned for the post-op update!

Excitedly,

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