There’s this reflexive response that many offer upon hearing I’ve had a mastectomy, “well at least you got a free boob job out of it”. Nope. Not a boob job.
So now you know! You’re staring at them…and also trying not to stare… trying to see if you can tell the difference. Wondering if the new ones actually look real or not. No worries. I stare at them too… wondering the same thing. Still not a boob job though.
The whole thing is a little uncomfortable. It was uncomfortable for me at first too. I get it. But still, not a boob job.
I’m not ashamed or embarrassed. I don’t want you to feel awkward about my “new friends.” I’d love to talk to you about it. Tell you why I thought it was all worth it to be here for my family. Share my experiences with you. Tell you some funny boobs stories. But still, not a boob job.
I’m not opposed to cosmetic surgery. *looking at you, love handles!*
A woman should be able to do what she wants to do with her body. The thing is, I was pretty happy with my starter boobs though. They had character! Look at ’em here, showing up and showing out!
Breast augmentation and breast reconstruction are very different. In cost. In procedure. In recovery time. With a mastectomy, all of the breast tissue is removed to reduce the chance of cancer occurring (or reoccurring). Trust me, when I returned home flat-chested, it in no way felt like a boob job.
I’ve spent the last six months getting my breasts inflated like a birthday balloon. Six months of not being able to sleep on my stomach. Six months of figuring out which shirt will work best for this week’s boob size. Six months of back and forth appointments. Good days. Bad days. “You are killing the game” days! Promptly followed by “this pretty much sucks” days! So, no. Nope. And nada. Not a boob job.
Making the decision to patiently wait for breast cancer or to cut off two perfectly good breasts to avoid it was super scary. It’s like jumping out of a two-story building with faulty wiring because the building might burn down one day. Making the leap was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. In the middle of the fire, I have found my purpose. Revived my spirit. Renewed my strength. I have uncovered the very best parts of myself. This experience has been eye-opening. Life changing.