What i want you to know about getting a boob job

What I Want You to Know is a series of
reader submissions. It is an attempt to allow people to tell their
personal stories, in the hopes of bringing greater compassion to the
unique issues each of us face. If you would like to submit a story to
this series,
click here. Today’s guest posts is by an anonymous reader.


I am an educated woman. I didn’t want to look like Barbie or one of
Hugh Hefner’s girls. I didn’t want to be perfect. I just wanted to get
back a little bit of what two pregnancies and breastfed babies had
sucked out of me. I wanted to be able to walk into a store, grab two or
three bras and know that one would fit. I wanted to be able to pick
out a cute dress or top and know that it wouldn’t look ridiculous on me.
On the rare occasion that I wanted a little oomph, I wanted to know
that I could get it with a push up bra. I just wanted my breasts back.
Not the “deflated water balloons”, as my friend so aptly described
hers, that were left behind as my children grew. I loved nursing my
children and am proud of what my body has done for me, and for my kids,
but darn it, I hated what I saw in the mirror from my neck to my waist.
No amount of exercising, dieting, or magic bra could fix that.

problem is, I have three girls. Girls whom I want to love and accept
themselves. Girls who I hope can embrace their flaws as they do their
perfection. When my first one was born I swore to never talk about
dieting, feeling fat, not being happy with the way I looked. I didn’t
want that to be passed down to them. If I created an image of self-love
and self-acceptance then surely they would do the same. I have spent
my life trying to come to a place of complete self-love and
self-acceptance. I wish there was a trick or a golden ticket to getting
it. I certainly don’t hate myself or my body. I am happy to be
healthy, have legs that get me around, arms to hug my family with, eyes
to see beauty in the everyday. I am fully aware that my life as I know
it can change on a dime.

Yet, I still felt such a nagging when I
saw myself naked in a mirror. I couldn’t resist the thoughts that a
breast augmentation – or a boob job as I referred to it – would be an
easy fix. Yes, I realized it was major surgery, requiring general
anethesia, both of which aren’t “easy” and they carry risks. I scoured
the internet. I read about the good, the bad, and the evil when it came
to boob jobs. I looked at before and after pictures and surgery gone
wrong pictures. I studied doctors and their licenses and board
certifications. I educated myself. I spent years, many years, debating
about whether I should do this or not. I wavered between wanting it
done and wanting it done now and then felt like I was at a place of
accepting what I have and not needing to “fix” it. After 7 years of
thinking about doing it I made an appointment with a surgeon. I
discussed the surgery and post-op care in depth. I decided to do it.
My husband mentioned the size that he liked and I made it very clear to
him that this was for me and me only. I had to feel as comfortable with
it as possible (and not the size he wanted!). In the back of my mind I
had reservations. Was this really what I wanted? Would I feel like a
horrible mom/role-model for my girls? Could I look them in the eye and
tell them to love themselves when I couldn’t do the same? These
thoughts ran through my mind constantly, but I convinced myself that I
would be so happy with the results that I would get over it.

story short, I got the boobs, but I still have the doubts. I like the
way they look and I sometimes feel like it’s part of my old body that I
have back, but I still often wonder if it was the right thing to do. To
the point of thinking about having them removed. I tell people
cautiously (not many) and wait to be judged. I feel like I have failed
both myself and my girls. I don’t think poorly of anyone who chooses to
have plastic surgery, but I would caution a woman to think very long and
very hard about it. To be aware that if she has doubts to pay more
attention to the doubts than how she imagines she will feel about it. I
would encourage her to feel 110% comfortable with her choice. If she’s
not totally comfortable about her decision to have plastic surgery, her
body “hate” may resolve but it might turn inward… and that can be
even worse.