breast augmentation

Breast Augmentation. This is what I do not understand the most. I am not talking about women who get reconstructive surgery after cancer, or even those with none who want some. I am talking about those with perfectly attractive normal bodies who get those really disturbing looking, too round, mountainous,never move or jiggle, FAKE ones, that scream “I HAVE ARTIFICIAL BREASTS!!”

That being said I have tremendous breasts. BUT they are that way because my grandmothers both had ‘em too. Mine came in fast and early. I was a B cup in 6th grade, a C cup in 7th grade and by the time I got to High School I was busting out of the DD’s. Yes, the boys spoke primarily to my shirts, and plenty of guys who probably couldn’t ID my FACE in a line up offered to go out with me. The girls make jogging impossible. Unless jogging while trying to hold the girls down is your idea of fun. They also make buying bathing suits tricky, and all shirts tend to appear about three inches shorter on my front than on than on my back.

My graduation gift from college was going to be a breast reduction, but the surgeon informed me that I would likely be back for another surgery after having kids, and that he couldn’t guarantee I would be able to nurse. Thinking that children were around the corner for me, I thought I’d wait. And that is what I am still doing.

There the girls stayed, hanging out their DD’s, until my first pregnancy, 6 years after the visit with the surgeon, when at only 3 months pregnant I discovered that they actually manufacture bras that start with the same letter as the word Gigantic. It was an eye opening revelation. I recall standing in front of the bathroom mirror, in my new shockingly white G cups, and asking my husband if I still looked human. (No)

Then came years of nursing and two more babies, with more years of nursing, all of which kept them in G cups. I looked forward to the day when there would be no more pregnancies or nursing, and I could reclaim my girls, and see how far back down they would go, and much to my disappointment, they didn’t. They stayed the same, I was still packing G’s. So, no matter what the fashion, I continue to seek out tunic shirts.

Now, as you know I am 40, and a curious thing happened. All my favorite bras shrank at the exact same time, so I had to order more. And nightmare of nightmare, the girls are growing!! Aaaaagggghhhhh!! Sob, sob, sob. I’ll never see my toes again! OK, I am lying, they are growing, but they are kinda growing down as opposed to out. What? I breast fed three kids!

Seriously, the girls are annoying! It’s like getting tattoos when you are young, and then looking foolish when you are old. They were fun for a short while, but they bore me now. I have no use for them. I never stand up extra straight and push them out to attract a guy. I never unbutton a shirt to show a little cleavage. If I do that then crumbs just get trapped in the bra and fall out all over the bathroom at night.

They do so get in the way. For example, if I eat sloppily, nothing makes it past the nipple ridge of my shirt. It is like the shelf a pregnant woman gets with her big belly except higher. I actually bump into things with them, and like I said running is out. So is crossing my arms and so is lying on my stomach. So is lying on my back, because unlike the fake ones, these girls head straight down my sides towards my underarms, and that is not pleasant. Sometimes I even need to rearrange them when I roll over at night. And now that they have found new homes in bras that start with the same letter as the word Humongous I am starting to think about that surgeon again. So, I don’t get breast augmentations.

Comments

[Brian Farris]

I wish I could talk with you.
You were blessed to have a chest like the one God gave you. You are no doubt as beautiful inside as you are outside. What a woman!
Please DO NOT even consider reduction...Brian

[breast enlargement]

I was looking for alternatives before having surgery. I breast fed my son when he was an infant 20 some yrs ago and since then my breasts have been extremely droopy.

My upper chest is boney and it's difficult to find bras. My breasts were so droopy that there was a gap at the top of my bra when wearing an under wire. Yeah, get the picture? The droop was approximately 3 inches.

Well after 2 months of following the Breast Actives program, I am absolutely thrilled. I can't say enough so far. My breasts have filled out on top and on the side so the gap when I have my bra on is almost totally filled in now. My breasts have lifted 1 inch. Amazing! Not to mention my husband cannot believe it either.

I'm planning to take this for the full 6 months and will write back in the end with the progress.
____________________________
http://www.nice-remedies.com