This is actually a very very hard blog for me to do and I know that I don’t have to and I don’t have to do it quite so openly but I need to. It is part of me and I need to get out how I feel. I know I blogged about my breasts and lack there of before but the last few days I have been getting used to my new boobs and falling in love with them. There was a moment just a few days after when thought, oh my gosh what have I done, I just want the old me back. But that actually pasted very very quickly.
So looking at these before photos I am faced with the same embarrassment I felt before. I even joked with a friend after I split up from my ex that I would never have sex with the light on again. I never wanted to see anyone’s face the first time they saw me naked. But I did and they loved me as I was, and that is what I have to remember. I have to learn to love that old me too as she is part of embracing the new me, as I am no different, I am not the sum of my breasts. But heck it feels nice to wear stuff and not worry about looking 12!
Now something to remember, they are fake, and because I had very little to start with, well lets me honest – nothing, all of the after is silicone so yes they look round. It bothered me a bit in the beginning, I wanted them to look more natural and in time they will settle down a little and be less round, but even if they don’t I was never under the illusion that they would be perfect. But then which real boobs are perfect anyway? and excuse the cut under the new ones which you can still see as it is only 2 weeks since the op.
Okay so here they are
Feeling quite vulnerable now actually.
But I can wear this which I never could before