Posted by: xemmax
in Breasts on Mar 16, 2010
Right - I wrote so many rambling posts on the forum which ended up looking so much like a blog I thought, right lets make it a proper blog!
So below is a culmination of forum posts and extra bits I've added in...
I've ALWAYS hated my boobs. For some unknown reason, god was very cruel to me. I developed boobs quite early on, and they grew very quickly. It didnt take long before I was popular with the boys at school and I quite happily played on the attention. However, deep down no one really knew how unhappy I was when I took my clothes off. I had bright red stretch marks over the top of my boobs that meant I had to be careful what I wore - could wear low cut tops and getting changed for P.E. left me hiding behind pillars! My best friend actually asked me if our new kittie had scratched me! Aside from this, they were also different. I knew they were weird - large areola and not conventional boob shape...imagine a heavy ball at the bottom of long sock. Naked life for me was miserable.
I had a steady boyfriend from 14-18 and he didnt care. He probably realised they were different and werent quite the same as those on the posters of page three girls that occupied his bedroom. I knew from about 16 that something would be done about them one day - I just didnt know quite what at the time. I remember watching a programme about teenage boobs when I was about 16 or 17...my mum suggested we watched it. There was a girl around my age who weirdly enough lived only 5 miles up the road. her boobs were like mine - i wasnt alone! She had hers sorted on the NHS and I remember thinking 'wow, if she has got it done on the NHS maybe I will too'. My family never had the money for holidays let alone plastic surgery! My mum cared about how I felt about myself and even managed to get my ears pinned back for me when I was 11 on the NHS by lying and saying I was being bullied. She wanted me to get them done before I went to senior school where she knew I would be bullied. Anyway, due to an idiot doctor and other things, there was no way they were ever going to refer me. Not only did this mean I lacked confidence but I also had back problems because they never supported themselves. The weight was taken by my bra straps and in turn my shoulders - Im a 32E and have been bigger in the past so thats a lot of weight to be held by my back.
Anyway, nothing else came of it. I think I was always a bit scared and never imagined Id actually go through with the surgery. Plus my closest friend - the only person apart from my mum & long term o/h who knows how I feel about my boobs - has always been rather unsupportive. she hates plastic surgery and 'plastic boobs' (A view i clearly do not agree with!). I left school, got a job and thought nothing more of it.
I had other partners but never ever let them see my boobs - it just wasnt happening!
2 years ago I met my o/h. The first time I got naked with him I was like OMG. He's older than me, experienced, sophisticated and I just felt like he was going to think I was some sort of freak. But he didnt (well at least thats what he said!) I never, even now, walk around naked in front of him, Im so self conscious and ergh, I just hate them. Last september I left work to go back to university to study law, something I've always wanted to do. However, it also meant we were now living on one salary & one student loan (lol!) so dreams of boobs being sorted = out the window! or so I thought.....
Beginning of february 2009
Watched an epidsode of embrassing bodies with my o/h. There was a young girl on there with tubular breasts - I thought hmm...that looks a bit like me... Started talking about it with my o/h - he has always known how I feel about my boobies, and we have discussed surgery in the past but this discussion felt different...it felt serious. He said he would be happy to loan me the money, as long as it was what I really wanted and I did it all properly. Well, I'm young and healthy, had just quick smoking and had 3 weeks off coming up at the end of March - hmmm, looks like a sign? 'It must be a sign!' So, off I go to start the long process of researching it all.
One week later...
All this research is doing me in. I kow every little thing about the procedure and have spent DAYS doing research on particular surgeons. I discovered this forum (best thing to happen to me on my booby journey) and eventually whittled it down to three surgeons. Booked consults with them all and now just had to wait. Easier said than done when you are like me - get your teeth into something and just want to get it done!
Posted by: Moonbeam
in Other on Mar 16, 2010
16th March 2010
Well its finally arrived. Actually I am not as nervous as I thought I would be, I just want it over and done with. The worst thing this morning was kissing my 5 year old goodbye as he went into school. You can't help but wonder if it might be the last time if something goes horribly wrong and I must admit I could've backed out there and then!! But I have waited 27 years for this and I just looked at my before pics again and am trying to stay positive.
Transform rang yesterday to say they had to put me back from 11 am to 2 pm due to someone with allergies being moved up the list!! Made me half wish I had an allergy... I'm allergic to dog hair but I don't think that counts haha!!
I will be writing up on my blog as soon as I can and hopefully it will all be positive. Thanks for all your support guys 'n' girls (that was for Funk-Punk's benefit, see how I did that!!!) Seriously, it means so much.....speak soon XXXX
Posted by: Moonbeam
in Other on Mar 13, 2010
Saturday 13th March 2010
Well I had my last drop of alcohol before my op last night!! My older brother and his wife came down to stay overnight and we went out for a curry (my last taste of garlic before my op!!) and onto the local pub for Karaoke night. Just what I needed to take my mind off things, we had a great night and haven't laughed so much in ages. I wasn't going to tell anyone else about my op but the conversation got round to what we would have done if we could afford it and my sister in law told me all about her breast reduction op and what it had done to trasform her life, so I told them about the TT op and showed them my horrible belly (this was before we went to the pub of course!! I would not get my belly out in the pub for reasons obvious to anyone who's seen my before pics, though that may change after my op LOL!!.)They were so supportive and understanding and I'm so glad now that at least someone in the family knows!! My 5 year old presented me with his Mothers Day card that he made at school (he couldn't wait until tomorrow!!)and the words he had written made me cry and I really had second thoughts, all the doubts came flooding into my mind again, why am I potentially risking my life for the sake of a nice tummy? and how would he cope without me? am i really that selfish? Then I remember some of the reasons I am doing this.... I want to play on the beach with him when we are on hols, join in with my hubby when we go to the swimming baths instead of watching them through the viewing window. I re-read some of your blogs and posts and see how this has changed your lives for the better and I am determined not to back out now... Well just 3 more sleeps until my Flat Tum (hopefully) XX
Posted by: Jessikkle
in Breasts on Mar 12, 2010
Well, it's been a long time coming - but it's finally time to write my story (so far)!
Posted by: twinstwice
in Tummy Tuck on Mar 11, 2010
Well im 2 wks post op and feeling much better, less stiff. And much less swelling,the bruisings going too. Went to the clinic to get navel stitches removed YUCK.I know it dosent hurt but cos its numb i cant stand it being touched,just feels weired. Mr Sforza took the stitches out and said its looking ok. Although today the incision is leaking a tiny bit in the middle,he said this happens a lot as its the weakest point. Just continue with showers twice a day. And savlon in the belly button & leaky bit,and vasaleen on the rest of the incision. Havent got to go back till May ,unless there is a problem. So all good.
