Breast augmentation had never been a top concern for me. Ditto for cosmetic surgery. It had always seemed like a cop out. As if the people who went under the knife for it did it because they were insecure. Not only that, but they thought it would be the “be all and end all” for them. In other words, they’d still feel insecure after the fact because they hadn’t dealt with the real problem. Their own self-image.
Then one day, I saw some interviews with women who had done it. It really blew me away. They weren’t insecure. They were happy for having done it. It wasn’t like they felt they HAD to. They wanted to regardless of what other people thought or said. So, it was their OWN decision. They knew the risks, had heard all the stuff in the past in the news about the safety of implants.
It’s hard to describe how it felt to hear them. It felt… Well, it was kind of empowering. Their bodies, their choice. That’s what I got out of it. And so, that’s when I realized that all my negative obsessing about breast augmentation was wrong, a cover up. I was trying avoid my own interest in the procedure by putting it...