Why in the world do you do that?
In the spirit of Mardi Gras (a day late), tonight's post is about why I'm comfortable showing people my crazy chest.
First, let me clarify something. I don't randomly lift up my shirt and flash people nor do I show people against their will. I'm not that creepy. There are a few reasons why I have been ok (so far) showing people my scars/progress.
First, let me clarify something. I don't randomly lift up my shirt and flash people nor do I show people against their will. I'm not that creepy. There are a few reasons why I have been ok (so far) showing people my scars/progress.
- Many people I've talked to, including family members, don't completely understand the surgery I've had. Which muscle went where, why it's there, and where in the heck did that skin come from?, do you have a skin graft on your back now?
I get it, it's hard to wrap your head around unless you watch the procedure on YouTube. I watched it the day I met with the plastic surgeon.(no surprise, right?). Most other people haven't watched - it's not easy. There are diagrams but they really don't give you the big picture. So, as a result, I'm happy to show you my incisions and try to explain what went where and why. - My breasts are long gone. Haven't had anything for almost 2 years now. Had a couple of places on my chest that looked more like an old lady with her teeth out than anything else. Nothing of any interest. Now, we are in the process of putting things in "positive territory" but they are not my breasts. I don't even call them breasts. I'm an idiot and most of the time I refer to them as my foobs. There are no natural structures anywhere on my chest anymore. It's muscle and skin from my back, of all places, and, at present, the shape is provided by swelling and two partially filled implants. I look more like a mannequin made up as the Bride of Frankenstein. How unsexy is that?
Bottom line, I don't see them as breasts or as "mine". It's more about the clinical process and "look what modern plastic surgery can do". The physical part has been tough, and still is, but I'm thrilled that my clothes will fit normally again in a few months. I will feel "whole", like I've taken something back (there's a post about why I decided to do this, if you want to go back). I just keep reminding myself that this part is temporary. And what a story I'll have to tell. ;-)
Love to all,
Andee