My Breast Augmentation
I believe that at sometime in her life, every woman who has a small bust or is totally flat-chested has wished her breasts were bigger. I've always had a small bust; on a good day I could barely fill out an A-cup bra.
Finding boyfriends has never been a problem for me, and it's never bothered me psychologically either. And it isn't outside pressure that has made me want larger breasts, either. I just happen to like shapely breasts that are just the right size.
I can't say that I've always wanted surgery, because I didn't always know that it was possible. When the media started talking about breast augmentation I began playing with the idea, but never went as far as considering surgery.
My first reaction was, "I know you get bigger breasts, but what about the risk? and the cost? What would people say about me?"
Still, the idea began to take hold, and I became a bit obsessed with my breasts. I talked about breasts with my friends all the time, asked them what size they were, looked at other women to see what was "normal." Even so, I didn't dare come out and say that I wanted surgery. For some reason, I felt that I would seem weak if I gave in to vanity. I thought that it would change the way people thought of me.
I've also always been the one to complain about others who had surgery. Watching "Baywatch" my usual comment was "I could look like that too if I had money and was willing to have surgery, but I'm not that crazy." So it felt a bit phony to go around complaining about everyone else with silicone breasts, and then go out and get my own! Anyway, I started reading all the information I could find to get a fair picture. As soon as the subject came up on TV, I was glued to the set. Then I began to wonder if I really were serious about these ideas, and in the end, I realized I was. Many different thoughts and events finally led to my decision to go ahead and have breast augmentation surgery, but two of them tipped the scale: my collection of padded bras. I had lavender, I had blue, black, beige, large, small. I stood looking at the drawer filled with bras one day and realized that somehow something was wrong. I shouldn't have to put up with these padded bras. Number 2 was worse: shopping for the summer's bikini.