Although I was in my twenties when I actually got breast implants, I wasI 18 years old when I made the decision to do so. I hated my small chest, was an athlete all through college with a physically fit physique and my extremely flat chest made me feel less feminine and attractive. I had several friends who got breast implants in their early college years, and honestly that was an incredibly popular thing then. If you didn’t like your breast size- get new ones. Seemed simple and easy.
I married my husband when I was 24 and pushed for this elective surgery our entire early years. My husband was 100 percent against this elective surgery. He couldn’t understand why I needed it, wanted it, or cared what others thought. He loved my body exactly the way it was, but unfortunately I didn’t.
You see.. it wasn’t about what others thought. It was about my thoughts. I didn’t like my body. I didn’t like my disproportioned chest. My athletic soccer legs and trim waist seemed to amplify the lack of curves on my chase. When reflecting on any trivial moment that triggered my body image issues, I cannot define one moment. I was collectively a variety of things- magazines, large breasts equally a sexy physique, seeing other women dressed beautifully in their curvy body, society in general impacted my negative body image. I compared myself to everyone else and wasn’t comfortable in my own skin. I truly felt having a breast augmentation would fix my self-confidence.
Guess what? It didn’t.
After surgery I was still not comfortable in my own skin. It did not fix my self-confidence or improve the way I recognized my body.
It was 15 years of life, marriage, kids, motherhood, career changes, illness and lots of personal work that brought me self-confidence and created a comfortable space in my own skin.
18 years old, uncomfortable in my own skin, already had made the decision to get breast implants