The twins

Sometimes I wonder if the things I blog about are appropriate. Like maybe I cross some of those lines. Maybe a lot of times. I think this one might be on the edge of something I shouldn't blog. But what the heck ... I am in purge the mind kind of mood. I may regret it later. But right now, I just don't care.

So I will blog.

I got to thinking about this subject over the summer. Boobs. Mine. I'm going public.

I was actually at the pool and a girl I know asked if they were real. Hmmm... of course they aren't. I paid a lot of money for them and I should be proud enough of them not to be embarrassed but to admit proudly that they ARE NOT REAL.

There. That feels better.

There was a period of time that if someone were to of asked me I would have totally denied it. Lied. Made them feel stupid for even asking such a question. Now? Not so much. I've been doing a lot of thinking about that. Like why should I feel ashamed that I had plastic surgery?

In fact, there was a RS lesson in church not long ago that skirted around this issue. Botox came up and the topic got real close to other kinds of enhancements. Do I totally choose to be silent and offended or speak up and potentially put myself in the line of fire? Luckily the topic fizzled.

When I was first made up my mind that I really really was going to go through with it ... I did go through some pretty agonizing self examination. I went through the emotions that I was so selfish in wanting this. I even had the very real fear that I would probably die on the operating table as punishment for wanting something so ... vain .. selfish ... sinful.

But I did it. And I didn't die. Not only did I not die, I LOVED the results.

I didn't go for the more bang for my buck. I discussed this at length with the surgeon. I made sure that whatever he gave me would look natural on me. "Fill me up" .. that's all I wanted. To go back to pre-baby material. (well, OKAY ... plus some). I figure I had finished having babies and each time one stopped nursing I noticed that that part of my anatomy was .. well, just NOT the same (if you are a woman ... you totally know what I am talking about). The girls actually disappeared even more with each child. Was it so wrong to want them back?? I mean, I was really just asking for what God gave me in the first place - BACK!

In society it's generally accepted. In my church world .. generally not. But I have to ask why? Is it any more vain to want to not wear a padded bra .. than to pay about the same amount to have braces? Why aren't they frowned upon? It's completely cosmetic after all. I am not into jewelry .. nor do I have a big house ... or a fancy car. Some spend their money on these things but are they considered selfish and vain?

So, I feel like I am trying to justify myself and maybe I am. It's taken me 6 years but I am finally comfortable enough to say that I am okay with me .. with myself .. and with the choice that made to have some work done. And if you ask .. then I'll tell. The truth.

Do I like them? Nope, I LOVE them. Am I going to make some extra cash by stripping now that I have them? Nope. (although, the kids are all in school now .. and I should get a job .. hmmm) Would I do it again? In a heartbeat!! Will I show them to you? Depends on who you are.

So long padded bras ... hello saline, my new friend ... you sure were worth it!