So good to hear, Blaithin! It IS hard to learn to love ourselves, "imperfections" and all. But it sure is worth the effort and compassion that it takes.
Again, I really didn't want to squish anyone's toes, but I felt I needed to say what I did. I didn't mean to hurt anyone's feelings or imply that I think less of anyone who chooses plastic surgery (about which, in fact, I know plenty). I'm 36 and have been around the block a few times, been in more than a few hospitals, and know more than a few folks in the medical professions (some of whom are family members). And I'm fairly well informed, particularly about breast reconstruction and enlargement, since I was considering a reconstruction and possibly implants for myself. My own decision is to continue to fill out my loose breast skin with muscle. I don't want scars (I don't think Frankenboobies is a good look for me), I don't want to risk losing sensation in my nipples (which have already lost too much after six years of nursing), and I don't want to risk, when lean, clearly having a foreign object under my skin (as I said, there's no way I'd elect to have them cut my muscle...I love using it too much).
I want to be able to stretch in the gym without attracting more attention than I already do. I also decided that I don't want the hassle that comes from having large breasts. Let's be honest. Faced with a large-breasted woman, most men become idiots. I remember saying to a "gentleman" in a bar once, "They won't ANSWER you..." as I tried to bring his gaze up to my face.
I've also decided that to beautify my naked breasts (after all, I DO want my HUSBAND's attention), I'm going to have my nipples pierced, instead (a look MY husband finds sexy, and since I do too, why not?). Some would say that this is crazy, I know. Not quite as risky as plastic surgery, but certainly painful and unnecessary. (He actually already seems to like my deflated balloons plenty.)
Ms. Bevery Hills, you're right, that a car crash can end your life in the gym (well, it can end your life, period). That's why we wear seatbelts and try to drive sober and sanely, and keep an eye out for those who don't. All I'm saying about plastic surgery is that we ought to use the same caution. The current obsession with the breast (which a Houma man once told me he was sure was because most American men weren't breast fed...which he said also explained their desire to suck on beer bottles) IS like the earlier obsession with wasp-waitsted women (which, btw, led some women to have ribs removed). And it's a damned shame.
Saddlebags, I hope that you research your doctor well if you do decide to go through with the lyposuction. Some of those folk get a little carried away and end up doing nerve or blood-vessel damage. (I'd also research Yohimburn, which I've heard works for some people, or Xenadrine EFX, which I'm currently using in conjunction with intense HST training and a reasonable diet...I actually discovered this morning that the cellulite on the back of my thighs that has plagued me since I was 16, even when, at 24, I was my smallest...121 pounds and a size six!...is gone! I'm now 170 and a twelve, but with tight thighs...incredible what hard work and a little discipline can achieve, given time.)
Anyway, again, I'm sorry if I hurt anyone's feelings. I certainly don't mean to be judgmental. I just gotta speak up now and then. I'm a writer and it's what I do.