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Visitors' Stories -- Chi (page 1 of 5) "Member of the Itty-Bitty Titty Committee," Flat as a Board," and "Jealous of my Shoulder Blades because they Project more than my Chest." In spite of these cruel utterings, I managed to thrive in life and imbue a strong image of self-confidence. I am a martial artist and a marathon runner, thus, why in the world would I want boobs? I was just fine without having the interference of bouncing, flesh mounds that would only hinder my performance, give me back aches, and probably lead to sagging. Well, since I am posting my story on a breast augmentation (BA) web site, it is obvious that I was not able to convince myself that life without boobs was something I was completely happy about. After puberty, I sprung a nice full A cup--but have remained an A cup ever since. I used humor as a coping mechanism. I probably even convinced some of the people closest to me that I was happy with my "size challenged boobs," but deep down I felt God had forgotten to make me look like a women, and that made me sad and a little mad, too. I know people are more than just the sum of their parts, but I felt like I was missing a really beautiful part. My whole family has boobs that are no smaller than a generous C cup. I thought for sure that I must have been adopted, right? No, it turns out that my great, great, grandmother was "boobie challenged," too (Thanks a lot gene pool). Thus, I thought about BA on and off for years after I turned 16 up until the day I did it at age 26. Just who am I? Well, I am currently in the second year of a five year doctoral clinical psychology program, have been married for three years, I have two great fat cats, I love to run, and I am a coffee feign. The reasons for wanting to increase my boob size are not by any means unique. Many women share my feelings about the frustration of having little boobs, such as having little self-confidence in the chest area, wanting to fit nice in formal dresses and tops, and hiding myself in the sheets from my husband because I did not feel sexy. The pivotal moment when I knew that I was truly unhappy with my breasts, was the day I tried on a wedding dress and it fit perfectly! It did not need any alterations. However, there was one small problem, the dress was baggy in the bust area and the seamstresses suggested, with an adamant tone, that shoulder pads should be sewed in the front to make up for what my body could not provide. I am not talking about little shoulder pads either. That is right, they were the thick padded industrial kind for women who were not born with shoulders or for football players. I felt so not-beautiful at that moment. I do not consider myself an over-emotional person, I served in the military--I know how to keep a stolid bearing. However, it took all I had not to let the tears flow down my wedding dress. |
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