I'm Happy With the Breast Reduction


Here I am five days post-op, and I am delighted with the results. It's exactly what I wanted. Now, mind you, the breasts are still swollen in some areas and not swollen in other areas, lol. They have not taken their permanent shape and size yet. It takes about three months to a year to get there. But as you can see, my arms and torso are very small and are much more equipped for what I have now.

I am very pleased with what I see so far. That is the very first picture I've ever revealed my upper body in my entire life. 

Now, as far as the belly and the contour goes, I know I still have work to do. I had four children and an underbelly surgical cut from an ectopic. Thus, it will never be perfect. But I know I can flatten my belly and accent my curves naturally, which I intend to do the moment I hit that six-week post-op mark. Planet Fitness is getting ready to see a whole lot of this girl!

The Time I Really Needed a Walmart Mobility Cart


I'm usually completely politically incorrect when I talk about the mobility scooter carts at Walmart. I refer to them as "handicapped carts." Well, today I was the unproud user of one of those "handicapped carts." I overestimated my healing process and thought it'd be okay if I walked to Walmart and got something I needed because I live right across the street. NOPE! It wasn't okay. No, ma'am, it wasn't okay at all. My chest started hurting, and I started sweating just from walking, lol. By the time I got halfway there, I wanted to turn around and go back home (or lie down right there), but I was already halfway there, so I pressed on.

The lady at the door helped get me a "handicapped cart," and I sincerely needed it and used it to make my purchase. 

It drives me crazy to be vulnerable and dependent. I am so used to being independent (because I'm forced to be), that it drives me nuts when I can't do stuff. I can't wait until I get better. I'm still happy I went through with the surgery, and I'm very happy with the results. I just have to get through the next six weeks of being... well... disabled. The good part is that these three angels helped me when I needed it the most. They got me home from the hospital and got me to my doctors' appointments. They even made me foods and made sure I ate well while I was recuperating. I wouldn't have eaten if I were left to my own devices, but I couldn't say no to delicious Southern cooking that someone had gone out of their way to make me. 

I am so appreciative of the help I received through this challenging time. I thank "God" for sending those angels my way. But... I didn't want to be a burden, so I tried to get to Walmart myself today instead of asking someone to go there and bring something to me. Those people had already done so much for me, ya know? Unfortunately, my body isn't ready for any serious walking yet. Not at all, but I didn't know until I tried it. 

Yeah, no. Not a good idea at all. 

*Sits back down on the couch and wraps up in blanky*

Opinions About Breast Reductions


The subject of breast reduction surgery has sparked some conversation and controversy among myself and other individuals. Everyone has an opinion and is entitled to such an opinion. I welcome opinions and appreciate a good opportunity to trade arguments and exchange banter. However, at the end of the day, it's my body and my decision. I'll always do what's best for me and not anyone else. I feel that I spent too many years of my life trying to please other people, and it has never gotten me anywhere. At this time in my life, I'm going to put myself and my health and happiness first. 

Three questions have come up along this journey:

  1. People want to know why I want to get a breast reduction.
  2. They want to know my religious views about the matter.
  3. They wonder if I could have chosen an alternative to getting a breast reduction. 

Why I Wanted a Breast Reduction

I can't lie and say that I wasn't ecstatic when one of my medical practitioners suggested that I consider a breast reduction. I was 100 percent on board with the idea. However, my breast reduction is not a whimsical cosmetic procedure that I'm doing for a vain reason. My breasts truly cause me back, neck, and shoulder pain, and those issues are now affecting my ability to do my job. I'm in constant pain and have lost functionality in both of my shoulders over the past few years. My spine is out of alignment. My posture is poor. My neck hurts, and so on. Besides that, I have scars, cuts, and bruises from where my bra straps have damaged my body over the years. That's all physical pain.

Now, let's look at the psychological and emotional aspects of having overly sized breasts. I have always had to deal with objectification and mistreatment because of them. In other words, the male "species" always treated me like I was a person to be used for sexual purposes only and then thrown away afterward. They assumed that I had no substance other than my cleavage. There is so much more to me than my chest, but none of them ever saw it. The mistreatment from men caused me years of psychological and emotional damage that will take years for me to recover from even after I don't have large breasts anymore. 

People always made fun of my breasts and stared at them like I was a circus freak. I remember one time an ex-boyfriend of mine called my breasts, "flapjack titties." Granted, he was a narcissist whose sole purpose was to make me feel lower than dirt. But knowing that didn't make the pain decrease for me. Emotional or verbal abuse is sometimes worse than physical abuse because the wounds stay with you for years. 

Furthermore, I was unable to participate in sports activities and exercises the way I wanted to. I couldn't wear normal clothing. I couldn't wear a bathing suit or lingerie. I had trouble finding my bra size in the store. 

The list of problems I had with my breasts goes on and on. So no, I'm not getting it done for a cosmetic purpose. I'm getting it done to alleviate extreme physical, emotional, and psychological pain. Any cosmetic benefit that comes from it will be a bonus. 

Other People's Opinions About My Breast Reduction

I get mixed opinions about the reduction. I didn't ask any men how they felt about it because, frankly, I don't give a damn what their opinion is. The same men who would speak against it are probably the same men who would use me as a sexual object because of my breasts. They're the same men who wouldn't want to know anything about my goals, likes, dislikes, desires, abilities, or dreams. Thus, I didn't even allow them to express an opinion. I would have dismissed it even if I had. I don't have a significant other at this time. There's no husband, boyfriend, or friend with or without benefits. Perhaps I would have welcomed an opinion from that person if he existed, but I still would have done what was best for me. 

I went to high school with some women who have breasts that are much larger than mine. However, those women also have much larger frames than I have. Thus, the problem doesn't affect them physically the same way as they affect me. They love their breasts and wouldn't change them for the world. I respect their decisions, and I believe that their breasts are beautiful. They match their frames perfectly. If my breasts matched my frame and didn't cause me any pain, I'd surely keep mine, as well. 

My family members are supportive of the reduction. They know me well, and they know I've suffered in many ways throughout my life. They are all for it, although one family member advised me not to go too small. She was concerned that I might become a member of the "itty bitty titty committee." Personally, I won't mind having a smaller size. I don't want to be a B cup, but I certainly wouldn't mind a full C or even a single D.  

My Religious Views on Breast Reduction

I believe that "God" made us all beautiful and wonderful. However, I also think that he allowed some of us to develop deformities. Perhaps, he allows it to help us to grow and see how we will handle the issue. Maybe it's a challenge or a test. Maybe I'm failing that test. However, I still believe he's a loving entity who wouldn't want anyone to suffer emotional, physical, and psychological pain if the deformity caused such issues. All good things, such as medicine and surgeries, are gifts from him. Therefore, I don't believe that having a breast reduction to alleviate one's pain is a sin. I might have a different opinion about augmentations, but then again, I might not. I'm still on the fence about that because women who have small breasts can also suffer severe emotional and psychological pain. Who am I to judge another? 

What About Alternative Solutions?

What alternative solution is available for making your breasts smaller? Exercise? Well, the ability to reduce your breast size through exercise depends on whether the size is primarily from fat or tissue. In my case, it's all tissue. I'm already a small person who has lost weight. There is no difference in my breast size whatsoever. 

What about chiropractic treatment, physical therapy, pain medication, and so forth? Those are all lovely temporary solutions... if they work at all. They will not provide anyone with a permanent solution if they continue to have massive breasts hanging from the torso. I've tried all of the "alternative methods," and the physical pain prevails because the pain source is still there. 

I considered all factors before I decided to have the procedure done. It's something that I always wondered about, to be honest. I'd have done it a long time ago if I knew I could have it done. Now it appears that I need it, and I've been granted the chance to have it done. I'm delighted about doing it. 

The Disadvantages of Having Large Breasts

Someone asked me why I would even consider getting my infamous tatas reduced. My answer was as follows: "There is absolutely no benefit to having extremely large breasts, especially if you're a small-framed woman." In fact, I can think of 11 negatives to having them. That is not me or my tatas in the picture, by the way. It's a Nigerian woman who blew up on Instagram three years ago for her massive breasts. I can only imagine what her back feels like. 

1. Men Don't Want to Get to Know Us

Men don't want to get to know us as people when we have gigantic breasts. They only want to know our breasts. They want to know what they look like under our shirts or what they feel like in their hands. We could have amazing personalities and be the most loving persons in the world, but they will only view us in a sexual way. They'll rarely look at us as wife or girlfriend material because most of them automatically assume that we are loose or easy just because we have large breasts. As if that has anything to do with who we are as people.

2. Other Women Hate Us

Other women usually hate us because of the way men act around us. They often think we're hoes, or we're "parading around in front of their husbands/boyfriends" on purpose with our big boobies to try to steal them away. Nope. We're just minding our own business. The men are being dogs all on their own. 

3. They Cause Pain and Discomfort

Big boom-booms are notorious for causing a wealth of problems up to and including back pain, shoulder pain, neck pain, rashes, shoulder cuts, posture problems, spinal disarray, and more. I've had my run-ins with all such problems, and that's the primary reason I'm going to be getting the reduction procedure. 

4. You Can't Play Sports

Have you ever tried to play tennis or basketball or do jumping jacks or rope jumping with 10 pounds of flesh bouncing around? It isn't pretty. Football? Forget about it. 

5. You Have Trouble Finding Bras

It's hard enough to find a bra when you just have a large cup size. Being small around the torso with a large cup size makes it very difficult to find the right bras. If I'm lucky, I'll find one bra in my size for like $1,000 at some department store 50 miles away. Otherwise, I have to order them off the internet, and they don't fit half the time when I do that. 

6. Your Clothing Selection Is Limited

A busty woman can never wear whatever she wants to wear. Things like lingerie and bathing suits and "summer dresses" are almost unheard of. There's a world of stuff that we just can't fit. Even if we do manage to cram our boobies into the item, it doesn't look attractive at all. It looks very awkward. We either get breast camel toes on the sides, or they get smushed down and look like whole bean bag chairs under our shirts. 

7. They Sag Ungodly

Gravity is a b*tch, and when we have extremely large breasts, the weight makes them drop down like two bowling balls hanging from our necks on a rubber band. 

8. They're a Safety Hazard

Big boobs can get caught in a conveyor belt if we work in a warehouse. They can also suffocate our mates or our infant children. If we're not careful, we can slap some folks in the face/neck/chest (depends on their height) by accident and risk being charged with assault. 

9. It's Hard to Sleep on Your Stomach

It's very difficult to get a good night's sleep when we have huge boom-booms. It actually hurts to lie on them. 

10. They Get Stank

The breasts are the first part of the body to start sweating when we work out or work at our jobs really hard. That feels really stank. 

11. Barnum & Bailey Tries to Hire You

The circus often mistakes us for participants when they're in town. Hell, they've even tried to recruit us a few times. 

Hopefully, this little half-serious-and-half-playful piece will help you understand the dilemma of having large breasts from a sufferer's perspective. For me, they've been nothing but trouble. Since I don't have a village of children to breastfeed, and I already have airbags in my car, I don't see much use for them at all. 

Walmart Has Tasty Salmon?

I am not one who cooks much, but it's not because I can't. It's because I don't feel like it. I never enjoyed doing it. It just wasn't my cup of tea, but most of my exes did enjoy doing it. Thus, I escaped a lot of years of having to cook for my mates because they did the cooking. The one who didn't cook always complained about something or another when I cooked, so I said to myself, "**** 'em." I unapologetically stopped doing it since it wasn't good enough. I always say that if you don't like the way I do something, you can always do it your damn self. 

Since I'm single, I don't have to feel obligated to fit anybody's mold for when or how I should cook. I do it when I want to, and if I don't, I don't. When I do cook, it comes out perfectly for me

I felt pretty crappy this week. I'm not sure if I was on the anemic side or what, but I felt run down, and I hadn't even done anything to warrant the fatigue. I figured I'd better buy some actual food instead of getting my nutrition from a quick can or box this week. 

I picked up some fresh salmon along with some other things from Walmart. I almost bought their frozen salmon, but then I read the back of the bag:

"Product may contain particles of crab, lobster, shrimp or other crustaceans." 


Certain seafood items are off-limits to me. Shrimp, lobster, and crabs are three such seafood items. Salmon has fins and scales, so it's permissible.  I can't have salmon that's contaminated with no-no items, though.  Nope.

I saw no such notice on the fresh salmon, so I bought it. I put some garlic powder and paprika on that summabish and broiled it at 375. I ate the entire piece. Half of it was a full serving for me, but it was so good that I went back and ate the other half, too. 


Not only was it tasty as hell, but it also made me feel better. There's a nutrient in tuna and salmon that always perks me up if I'm feeling drained of energy. Maybe it's the omega-3, but I'm not sure. Something worked well for me, though. 

I'd like to get ahold of some wild-caught Pacific salmon, but they don't have it there as far as I know. 

I'm Happy With the Breast Reduction

  Here I am five days post-op, and I am delighted with the results. It's exactly what I wanted. Now, mind you, the breasts are still swo...