And then she puts on “Lady in Red,” as a slow jam at a night club.
Talk about a mood killer.
That movie, by the way, is freakin hilarious, as is Tina Fey who is sort of my hero. Smart and hilarious and real. I dig it.
So yeah. This one is for the ladies. I have a few male readers, and if you want to stick around because I am going to say the word “boobs” a lot, then okay. But keep in mind you are probably kind of pervy if that is your motivation – unless you are reading because your wife, too, wants or had some cosmetic enhancement/fixing/etc. Then you get a pass.
Have I gotten much flack for being honest and open about my recent breast lift surgery? Technically – no. But yeah, I am not stupid. I feel it. I see the judgment, and I have gotten enough “hints” that I know it makes people uncomfortable. Part of me understands….we live, most of us, in this culture of not talking about very real things. And even then….in Christian circles to talk publicly about breasts is SO wrong and shameful, right? No. It’s not. I don’t think it is wrong to talk about boobs. I don’t think it is wrong to get a lift, a reduction, or an augmentation. In fact, I think it is wrong to NOT talk about it. It polarizes us. Alienates us. Diminishes us….like somehow getting a boob job makes us less spiritual or less Christian or weak in our faith. God’s WORD is filled with vivid imagery and stories about sexuality and the human form. There should be no shame. And the fact we were created in HIS IMAGE….I don’t know what this means as far as sexuality and femininity go. I will leave that to mysteries I will finally understand at heaven’s entry. The world has perverted the beauty of the female creation. And that is sad. But that doesn’t mean we should fear it. Will I be posting topless pics on here? Heck no. That is for my husband. But the discussion, the understanding, the knowledge – that is ok for the world.
As I referenced a while back and as any mother knows, having a baby takes a toll on the body. (By the way – moms of kids who don’t share your biology?? It is no different. Maybe they did not LITERALLY suck the life out of you but that does not change a thing here.) Sometimes I wish I was born into a culture where curves were more appreciated. That way I may not have spent 15 plus years with an awful body image and an eating disorder. But sadly I didn’t. I have learned that I have what I have. I have also learned that we can always give and do our best with what we have been given. And if we want to change something? Then make it happen.
I am not a size 2. Never will be. But I work daggone hard for the awesome body I have. And yeah, it is awesome because it is healthy and strong and I look good and my husband loves it. I can embrace that now. I can run many miles. (well, not right now.) I can box rounds. I can keep up with my kids. I feed it and fuel it with good God created things and I care for it as best as I can without idolizing physical perfection. And with all that work, I realized I wanted a little more work. And I don’t feel bad about it. Nor should you. Or anyone else. Should you go into debt for boobs? Huge risk for boobs? A divorce for boobs? No. Obviously. But if you can afford it, and you know that general anesthesia is not gonna kill you (hello….lots of surgeries prior thank you knees and c-sections and crappy tonsils and….), and you can fix something without it being an obsession then why not?
I wanted to feel beautiful again. I am approaching 40. And I want my outside to match my inside as much as possible….finally proud to be who I am. And who I was created to be. But preferably without all the excess sagging. So I did it. And it’s not a mystery. It is science and medicine and you will know when you see me at the beach or give me a hug. It is funny…most people don’t know that my boobs are pretty big because I wear loose flowy things. Unless you see me in a bikini, then you don’t see the fact that yeah, they are big and really really saggy. Even the doctor when I went to see him….he asked me my size and when I said 38D he was like, “Ok. Uh huh” while looking at my chest in what I was wearing which did minimize them. But upon exam he looked at me, in the eyes this time, and said, “Most women are wrong on their size. I assumed you were. But you were correct. Now. Let’s get you looking how you should look.” And I loved him.
That was that. I am pretty much the same size, although swollen, so maybe not. But unless you saw me in a bikini 11 years ago, pre-kid, you would not know that. And if you want more information, specifics, or to share your thoughts or concerns, I am here. Gladly. Willing to email or chat or even pray with you about it. Cause like I said before – yeah, I prayed over my boobs. And no. It did not feel weird. He created me. Where is the shame in that???