What If : Work In Progress
I am often mistaken for being flat-chested. I am also often mistaken for being blonde. It just goes to show you that looks can be deceiving.
I had breast reduction surgery on January 10, 2003, following a diagnosis of mammarus gigacticus. In plainspeak, it means, "Holy freaking crap, your boobs are huge."
The decision to succumb to the surgeon's knife was made after snapping the waistband of my elastic pajamas and injuring a nipple. Awakening a few moments later from a dead faint, I announced to my husband that I would no longer accept kicking my breasts while walking as normal.
Looking at me with terror-filled eyes, he squeaked, "But I like them."
I had breast reduction surgery on January 10, 2003, following a diagnosis of mammarus gigacticus. In plainspeak, it means, "Holy freaking crap, your boobs are huge."
The decision to succumb to the surgeon's knife was made after snapping the waistband of my elastic pajamas and injuring a nipple. Awakening a few moments later from a dead faint, I announced to my husband that I would no longer accept kicking my breasts while walking as normal.
Looking at me with terror-filled eyes, he squeaked, "But I like them."
