Vent Sesh: I’m Getting Boobs

Yup, I said it. This girl is getting boobs.

And, I’m soooooo freaking excited!

I’m over these pancake things that hang somewhere down there.

I should be blessed, happy with what I have and the fact that my twins were able to nurse my daughter. But….

I’m ready to look in the mirror and love what I see. Don’t get me wrong, I am really proud of my body, of what it looks like, of how I maintain it, and everything it has helped me accomplished. Our bodies are phenomenal and powerful.

Yet all the working out in the world won’t improve sagging boobs. They hang where they want, like it or not. (I’m giving you all a really hot visual, I know!).

I’m ready for clothes to fit, to try on strappy tanks without the chest coming half way down my torso or literally having a gap in the chest area of dresses because I have nothing to fill it out. To not be nervous if my bathing suit top will fall down because there’s hardly anything holding them up. I’m ready for curves to balance out my shoulders and booty.

My husband has never seen my struggle, and in fact, took a while to get on board with this breast aug idea. With my health concerns, this seemed unnecessary.  He’s approached my breasts in the same enthusiastic way most straight men approach a set. So why change what works?

Funny enough back in high school when I weighed about 30 lbs. more I was a C cup, then in college I recall being a large B, and somehow between then and now and kids and life and age, I’m now a barely there A. I can chuckle about my shrinking breasts — if only I could work the same magic on my hips. #agirlcandream

This girl isn’t asking for the world; you know, just a big B kind of chest.

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Breast augmentations have gotten a bad wrap.

Everyone envisions 20-somethings getting abnormally large sized breasts when really, my goal is to restore my body to my pre-pregnancy shape and feel confident.

We all deserve that.

A breast augmentation is a procedure that shouldn’t sound superficial, and where women shouldn’t feel bashful, shy or secretive.

I’ve had an influx of friends who have hopped on the same train this year. Some moms, after nursing or just changes over time, are ready to have theirs lifted, reshaped and blown back up. Some women want to feel proportionate and confident in bathing suits. Others want that feminine curve.

I love how boobs have actually become a hot topic with my girlfriends. Maybe it’s the approaching swimsuit season (it’s currently 98 degrees with 110% humidity), that our children are getting older or the realization that we’re officially out of college at least 10-15 years (still. in. shock!). We are taking a moment to prioritize ourselves, and how we can make ourselves feel our best.

While I was still on the fence a few months ago I decided knowledge is power. I impulsively made a consult with a plastic surgeon with an excellent reputation. I had no idea what to expect. After taking mortifying topless photos, I actually learned more fascinating facts about my chest than I could have imagined.

Apparently I am in fact short from my collar bone to my nipple (and with nothing to round out clothing, hence ill fit) and have a long torso because the fold below my breast is actually a bit higher than it should be. These nuances go on.

I left energized and empowered. That all my frustrations could be remedied with a not-too-large implant proportionate for me.

I know some of you will think, “way to go, Alyson!” and others will think I’m completely absurd and that larger breasts won’t change a thing. I debated sharing this here to be honest, knowing that clients and others read my content and how would this change their opinion of me? But I put things out there and I’m honest with you guys. You’re going to notice and I’m here as another woman who’s ready to feel more confident in her skin and to restore my body. It doesn’t change my professional capabilities or make me any different. Just a little more curvaceous to dance to the booty music I love so much (kitchen dance parties, anyone?).

My husband and close friends know I’ve been debating this for about for six years, so honestly, I’m really proud that I took control, took the first steps with the consult, and that feeling good about the situation, that I’m going through with this. It’s a big decision.

My surgery is in a few days and I can’t wait to see the result.