...By my 20th birthday, my boobs were so pissed off at me for paying a surgeon to chop them off, they grew back. Not to their full potential, mind you, but at 36 DD they were still pretty huge. My doctor insisted on re-doing my reduction, so he did. And I got to deal with the aftermath of not being able to wipe my own ass for six weeks, all over again.
Two years after my second surgery, my breasts were once again D cups. And D cups they have been ever since, through my pregnancy with Archer, Fable, and beyond... It wasn't until about three months ago that I noticed a change. My D bras were suddenly gapping and everywhere I went people were commenting about my weight-loss, which wasn't nearly as drastic as it apparently looked.
It wasn't until a few weeks ago when my friend asked me if "I had recently stopped breastfeeding" that I realized how much smaller I was.
"No offense but your boobs have disappeared. They're gone. You look like a boy."
It was one of the nicest things anybody had ever said to me.
I bought him a coffee and an hour of WiFi.
And that day? I went home and tried on all the bras that Hal shrunk over the years by accidentally drying them.
Sure enough? They all fit. Unfortunately they were too disfigured to wear comfortably without stab-wounds...GGC***I'm honored to be speaking this Saturday at Mom 2.0 Summit in Houston with Rob Morhaim, Executive Producer of Momversation, Karen Walrond of Chookooloonks and Leah (Peah) Peterson. We'll be chatting about mixed-media, specifically incorporating visual content (video + photography) into your website. I'll also be signing copies of Rockabye at some point.Looking forward to meeting/seeing those of you attending!
Posted by GIRL'S GONE CHILD | Wednesday, February 17, 2010