It seemed like a simple "yes" or "no" question at the time, and I was all "heck yeah, bring on those new puppies!", but eight years later, I'd like to revisit the original question "how about reconstruction?". Quite frankly, they're a little more high-maintenance than I had thought they'd be.
I should note that mine are saline, not silicone, because the FDA had not approved silicone for women who tested positive for auto-immune disease, and supposedly I have Lupus. Of course, silicone was approved like five minutes after my now-buckling, bath-pillow pouches were pumped up. I can get them switched out, but they're not like tires - it's going to take a little more than just calling my guys at Hunts Auto and maybe arranging a ride back to work. Like everything else in life, it will take time and money (and a maybe a few pain killers), and I need some major car repairs, and a new tattoo to cover up that (no, it's not a) mustache on my ankle (yes, Kristy, I am a contortionist - LMAO), and we could really use a better lawn mower if we plan to get anything accomplished this summer.
So what if my boobs look funny and kinda ache? At least I have something to keep my shirt from clinging to my belly paunch. Oh yeah, and I'm not dead...
Okay, enough boob talk for now. I just had to get that off my chest. HAH!
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