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Has it really been a decade?



It is no secret that I am a changed woman.  I’ve been on WeightWatchers for 5 years. I gave away 60lbs on the program and I’ve kept it off for over three and a half years, but there is a part of the story that I don’t talk about often.

Before joining WeightWatchers, I had already lost about 30lbs. So yes, that makes my total weight loss 90lbs.

It is no secret that I was a big girl for a long time.

This is a picture of me taking on Whidbey Island in 2000.  It shows you something that no ‘before’ picture of me I’ve ever shared before has shown you.

It shows you how big my chest used to be: a 40DDD.

That is a far cry from the ___ I am now. (Did you really think I was going to tell you my bra size?)

Anyway, with a chest like that, it’s no wonder I had shoulder & back pain that would leave me barely able to move some days.

I mean, my cleavage went all the way to my neck!

And let’s not even talk about how hard it was to find clothes, or how expensive it was to buy bras!  I spent a long time wearing bras that were too small, just because they were easier to find and less expensive.

So, perhaps you are wondering why I am telling you all about my boobs?

Believe me, there is actually a point to this!

One day, early 2000, before these 2 pictures were taken, I was in the doctors office complaining about my back pain for the millionth time, when my doctor suggested I look in to getting a breast reduction.

He gave me a referral to a plastic surgeon and the waiting game began.

Finally, in early 2001 I had an consultation with a plastic surgeon and I was put on a waiting list for the surgery.  He told me it would be about a year until I had the surgery.

Just before Christmas in 2001 I got a phone call from the surgeons office and was told that they had a cancellation for January and it was mine for the taking.  I had JUST started my job in September, and now I had to go explain to them that I needed 2-4 weeks off to recover from a surgery. Luckily, they agreed.

Unfortunately for all of us, we didn’t exactly know what was about to happen.

I’m including images at the bottom of this post.

On January 21, 2002, I went in for surgery.

I would love to tell you that everything well, unfortunately that is not how this story ends.

When I was at home recovering from the surgery, I was 10 days post-op when some stitches blew and a major infection started to drain.  I ended up in the emergency room that afternoon, and thus began the rollercoaster that was the next 2 years of my life.

Once the stitches blew, there was nothing that could be done but  treat the infection and then let the skin begin to regrow over the large open wounds.  It was a long year of trips to the doctors office every couple days to have the wounds cleaned and the dressings changed, while we waited for the skin to regrow.

I can’t even begin to tell you what a life changing experience this was.

I was a 25 year old single girl, and here I was with breasts that were just open wounds that were being poked and prodded every 2 days.  My breasts lost all their sexuality, and in turn, I lost my sexuality.

It took 2 corrective surgeries over 2 years to get things all fixed up. This was the point in time that I started to gain weight.

Since I reached my goal weight with WeightWatchers, I requested my medical records from the original surgery, and the two corrective surgeries that followed.  I discovered that between the original surgery and the last corrective surgery, I gained 40lbs.

It was a really rough period of time.  3 surgeries in 2 years. With each surgery came recovery time that involved limited mobility.  There was  no wearing pretty bras, I was in surgical bras for the majority of 2 years, which also meant a limit to the clothing I could wear.  No sexy low cut tops, it was all covered up to hide the ugly undergarment I was being forced to wear.  After each surgery there was an extended period of time where I was afraid to be in public in case I got bumped in to. I really became a homebody, hanging out with my cat.

During recovery, and the first year or so afterwards, life was somewhat of an adjustment.  I’d put on all this weight and become quite an introvert. My femininity had been lost after all poking and prodding at my breasts had turned them from part of my womanhood, to two slabs of meat on the front of me.  And it didn’t help that the men I had attempted to date during my recovery had not been receptive or supportive of what I was going through.  On one occasion, my breast reduction was even the reason for a man ending a developing relationship. He didn’t want to be with someone who had surgically altered their body.

I didn’t date for a long time after that. I waited until the scars, both physical and emotional, had healed and faded. And with time, things gradually got better. I started to feel better and started to find this new version of me, which eventually lead me to joined WeightWatchers and find the life I have now.

I can’t tell you how much easier it is to buy clothing, and how nice it is to be able to buy sexy bras.  And running???? I just couldn’t imaging running with a large chest!

I will admit that I don’t love the way my chest looks, but put on a bra and some nice clothes, and then I love the way I look.

When all is said & done, now that the surgery is a part of the distant past, I would do it again in the a heart beat.

Below, I have included pictures of my surgical recovery.  I will warn you, the images contain images of NUDITY & OPEN WOUNDS.

If you choose to continue, I want you to notice the scar that is between my breasts in the first image, and then look at it’s location in the following pictures.  The final picture shows the end result of all 3 surgeries and recovery, before my weight loss.



I am putting this out there, and sharing my story for a few reasons. Firstly, this is a part of me, a part of the story that makes me who I am today. Secondly because I want to get the word out there that bigger is not always better when it comes to chest size. And finally, because maybe someone who is considering the surgery, or who is going through something similar to what I went through, will find this online and it will help them make the decision that is right for them.

I hope this helps someone.



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  1. How amazingly brave of you to post this! It sucks that you had to go through what you did, but look at the life you have now! You’re awesome!

  2. Anabelle says:

    Wow, I didn’t realize you had a reduction.. they look so perfect with your current size.

    My breasts right now pretty much look like yours pre-op, just a bit smaller (38DD). I’m also quite short (5’1″).

    I thought about a reduction a number of times, but the recovery seemed prohibitive. Aside from dents in my shoulders, I don’t really suffer from back or shoulder pain from my chest… at least I don’t think so.

    In any case, I know I will never have the high, perky boobs that come with implants, even with surgery.

  3. Kirsty – thank you for this post. My late sister-in-law had surgery many years ago (without the complications). It changed her life too! I’m glad we have options in Canada and that the cost is not prohibitive. I’m glad you are “the new me”.

    Your current writing inspires me to share more of a personal nature. Thanks for leading the way.