Okay, so my one week absence turned into two going on three, but believe me when I say I TOTALLY underestimated how difficult the recovery from my breast surgery would be. The pain, the tears, the Frankenstein moment, more tears, the exhaustion from not sleeping, and the tears from the exhaustion of not sleeping– it was all quite unexpected. But I’m feeling a bit better every day and soon, I’ll reach full throttle.
In the meantime, though, I’m taking things slowly and allowing my body the time it needs to heal. I’m also enjoying the drugs and sealing my title as Mother of the Year. Oh yeah, there is no dethroning me at this point. The crown is mine F-O-R-E-V-E-R.
Hey, those look exactly like mine now.
WIN!
They are beautiful! Say…aren’t they supposed to be massaged??? But then you’ve probably got someone to do that..yah.
Haha! Thank you, Dale!
For what it’s worth, Nikki, I’ve really appreciated the way you’ve approached this on the blog.
Or maybe, I appreciate the lack of approach. Women tend to either ‘admit’ to having cosmetic surgeries and then provide a long list of caveats (I’m feminist, I know looks shouldn’t matter, etc.) Or, they celebrate it as if someone is accusing them of wrongdoing (I love my body and I take care of it and fuck you if you don’t like it because it’s awesome!).
You just said “hey, here’s a thing I’m doing. It’s not a huge deal, it’s just a thing that’s happening in my life.” I really like that. In my mind, it’s not something that should require justification or celebration. It’s a choice, and choice is fucking awesome.
Boobs are also awesome, for the record. 
Anyway, excuse my inability to articulate why I love the way you’ve discussed this, just know that I do.
You made my day.
When I made the choice long ago, I wanted bigger boobs because I was insecure about my body, but I didn’t want to look like I had breast implants. The task was accomplished. I looked very natural and rarely told people I’d had cosmetic surgery because I was self-conscious of that as well. At this point, though, I’m like “So I have breast implants. Big fucking deal.”
It is what it is and you’re right– choice is fucking awesome. So are boobs.
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