My plastic surgeon at my last visit
Said, “now you have the small breasts you always wanted.”
I have no idea where she ever got the idea I wanted small breasts.
I always wanted some vavoom on top and when I went through menopause and my breasts grew dramatically, and I finally got some real cleavage, I felt attractive for the first time in my life.
The work she did made it so my breasts are not quite as hideous as they would have been otherwise, but I see nothing to love when I look in the mirror.
I see small frankenboobs that look especially odd from the swelling and I don’t expect I will ever be able to look in the mirror without wincing. I don’t expect I will ever feel attractive again.
She acted like I was supposed to be happy with these breasts.
She did excellent work, but a loss is still a loss, and I mourn the bodacious chest I had before the surgery.
The important thing is, they got the cancer out, but this chest will never be anything I could ever feel happy about.