hylozoism:

OK, not quite three months, but very close. I went in for surgery December 9. March 9 will be 3 months since I went under.

I’ll break it down into a few sections, otherwise I’ll just say over and over, “It’s great, I feel great, I look great.” There’s a lot of TMI in here so if you’re not interested in me talking about my boobs at great length, then just skip right on over.

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hylozoism:

Yesterday it happened. After years of wanting, I finally got my boobs reduced. It’s 3am right now but I woke up for pain medication and I am hardly tired, I’m so ecstatic. I’ll be making a huge post about my experience later but I just wanted to say a few things.

First off: this might be the best decision I’ve ever made. No - it IS the best decision I’ve ever made. I’m over the moon. I haven’t even seen them unwrapped yet but I can feel twinges of pain along the incision lines and I KNOW they are the exact size I wanted. Nothing hanging over my ribs. No weight on my arms when I lay on my back. The prospect of seeing them unwrapped tomorrow is so exciting I can hardly beat it.

I’m not going to lie. I’ve hated having boobs since forever - not jut ‘oh these suck’, absolute seething HATE. I would look at my nude body, and despite loving the shell my soul calls home, it was all nullified by these horrible hanging lumps. It felt like someone had attached two strange creatures to my body and expected me to ignore them. My every waking thought was about how horrible they were. Useless pieces of fat that brought me only pain and humiliation.

Before I went in to surgery, I made a decision - I am going to love my tits from now on. No more using them as a scapegoat. No more wishing I was flat. I deserve a nice chest that doesn’t hurt me, it won’t be a threat to my sense of being. I will buy cute bras. I’ll wear tank tops in summer. I’ll buy a swimsuit and go swimming. I won’t use clothes as an invisibility cloak to protect myself from my body.

Maybe it’s the T3 painkillers, but I’m so fucking happy I’ve got fat old tears rolling down my face. I am so excited. The pain is meaningless, the ache doesn’t even register as negative - it may as we’ll be a voice whispering in my ear, “about time”. I feel like there is nothing stopping me now from loving my entire body, and I’d endure this pain a thousand times over before I let myself feel like I did with a big chest.

To anyone who has been thinking about getting it done (you know who you are) - do it, do it, do it. I really hope in the end that my story will help people decide to have it done. I’m delirious with joy. I can’t wait to tell my whole experience.

eebell:

I want a breast reduction.
And I know that there will be so many comments from people like:
” oh what a waste”
” why would you get rid of them?? I’d kill to have boobs like you”

I wish I had a better answer. But the truth is -
I want a reduction because for the last 10 years, if been told by my mother to “put them away”
Because from the age of 13 I was already being sexualised by middle aged men. Because I growing up the comment I heard most about myself was “You’ve got really big boobs” as if I’d just woken up with them that morning and hadn’t realised yet.
Because of this I grew up thinking that my breasts where my greatest and only asset.

I can’t walk around without slumping my shoulders, which has left me with bad posture that is only getting worse. Because if I ever walked around with a straight back I get told to “stop showing them off”

Because I’ll never know the freedom and joy that comes from running.
Because I trying to find swim suits and bras at a reasonable price that fix is close to impossible.
Because when I first meet people that is the first thing they notice.

I want a breast reduction because of every sneer, laugh, grope and thoughtless comment.

I want a reduction because I am sick of putting up with people. As if men treating you like a toy built soling for their viewing pleasure wasn’t enough, also having to deal with the snide comments from other women.. It’s brutal.

I want a reduction because I am fucking tired and sore. because I know that I am more than my physical appearance, but the world seems unable to understand that.