I ran into my plastic surgeon in the hall way in the hospital as I went to visit a friend (yes, really!!).  She asked me how the upkeep of her work was. And I said my breasts were mighty high and mighty fine! But, I was so curious to see my before pics since I was out of it when she took them in the operating room. Talk about oblong shape! My titays were almost down to my navel, or maybe I was bending forward because of being under the influence.

Not my finest moment.

This is something I would never send to Hugh Hefner. .My word!

I remember when I got a breast reduction. All hell broke loose. Hell hath no fury on a woman with fake breasts, but hell hath more fury when it is a woman with bigger natural breasts. But, let me tell you the opposition I had when I decided to have one. My male friends (real ones, and not with any benefits) actually drew up a petition to stop me.  Every time we talked, my breasts and the stupidity of it all would come up. Forget the fact that I had back pain. They only saw the possibility of never ever touching such a succulent piece of nature in the future and all I saw were cute little bras with frills and flowers on them, not the heavy duty army ones that I was used to.

I thought that more men would be more against breast enhancement (yeah, right). Don’t get me wrong I am all for women bettering themselves as they see fit, so if you want to do cosmetic surgery and it will make you feel better then go for it. Frig, I will even hold your hand!

I just have to note that the night nurse was so kind. Do you know that woman sat with me until I fell asleep? I had trouble breathing because of the weight of the bandages, so I was having major anxiety attacks. She held my hand the whole time. Such a dear woman, and I will always remember her kindness. I won’t go into the gory details of the healing process (another post).

As far as I heard most (not all) fake breasts are a little hard on the coconut side. Hard on the outside, with all the meat inside hiding away, you practically have to knock it hard to get any juice from it! I would prefer to suck on something soft like a watermelon where it would melt in my mouth and hands.

And the moral of the story is that it is much harder to cut into a well done steak that it is one that is rare.

Luv, Lucresia

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