Times, They Are A Changin'

I just got a phone call from the plastic surgeons office. They called to let me know that I have been approved to go ahead with the reduction surgery. She wanted to know if I would want to pick a surgery day. My options are January 20th or 26th! That's this month! It seems so strange to me that I have been hoping to have this done for well over 5 years and now that it comes right down to it I'm sort of frightened. Not just about the surgery itself either. I have always been this person, this large busted, hunched over girl. I have never found they have done much for me. I hear stories of women who are able to use their voluptuous figure in order to entice money, objects and favor from any man they meet. I have sat on the sidelines and wondered how as I suffered through interesting nicknames and more than the occasional teasing over my cup size. But they are a part of me, literally, and I have started to wonder if they are actually a part of my personality. Though for the most party they cause me discomfort and annoyance as they get in the way a part of me wonders who I will be without them. What will be my distinguishing feature? Not that I think I stand out in the crowd or that when I walk into a room everyone turns my way but without the think that I have been identified with will anyone notice me at all? I don't think this is enough of a reason to reconsider and not go through with it but it does give me pause to think. The recovery may not be all about a physical healing. Some might have to do with a change to my identity. Hopefully I can think of this not as a loosing of some aspect of my personality but as a chance to reinvent myself in a fresh way.

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  1. I am so happy that I did it. I was always trying to hid it because I was so big. I was nervous as my date came up too. It was a great diet day though. Nothing like losing a few pounds in a couple hours. If they do it as day surgery stay as close to the hospital as you possibly can. I had to go back the next day and it was painful, and coming home that night was bad, but worth it all. If you have any other questions email me

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