Giving Thanks

8 Nov


With Thanksgiving just around the corner, I hear a lot of people giving thanks for things a little more often lately. Today—and everyday—I’m grateful for something that I don’t have: very large breasts.

Today is the one-year anniversary of my bilateral mammoplasty—for me, a breast reduction. I was ecstatic to get one as I had been wanting it for a long time and my insurance unexpectedly covered it. But that doesn’t mean the decision was easy.

I’m all about loving my body for every pound, every freckle, every curve that makes it mine. My breasts were big, extremely asymmetrical, and cumbersome, but they were mine. While it’s sometimes annoying to have our physical attributes fused with our character, it’s just a fact that it happens. I don’t know if people ever used my breast size as a way to describe me to others, but I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. So, while I was living with these large breasts of mine, I would think about these things, and

  1. try to convince myself to love my breasts as much as I love, say, my eyes or my shoulders; and
  2. ask myself if I needed big boobs to really be me.

As years went by, I realized that I just couldn’t convince myself to love my breasts as much I wanted to, and that I absolutely would be me without them. In fact, the day I decided to start researching plastic surgeons was the day I looked in my closet and realized that I had been buying and hanging on to clothing that would fit when my boobs were smaller (as if it would happen sometime soon).

Just a few months later, thanks to my (wonderful) surgeon, my bra size was three cups closer to an A. But my loss of breast mass meant a gain in so much more: comfort, confidence, contentment.

Sometimes, body acceptance isn’t 100% mental, and that can be hard to accept. I’m not saying that everyone should get surgery to fix their “problem” areas, but that we shouldn’t be ashamed of ourselves if it’s something we really want and/or need. And we shouldn’t give others a hard time about their bodies—pre, post, or no-op—because they’re not our bodies to criticize.

So, I hope you’ll join me in toasting to another year of total body acceptance!



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