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Breast Implants

An Interview with Meleah: By Ricardo from the blog Unloaded.

Ricardo is a dear friend of mine and long time reader of this bog. He was working on a few blog posts about the female body and the decision to undergo breast augmentation. For the most part, I have always been up front and honest about my own ‘boob job’. Ricardo asked if I would be so kind and participate by providing answers to some ‘interview’ questions for him.

After a lot of deliberation and plenty of self doubt as to weather or not I would EVER post this on my OWN blog because:

A) I was VERY worried about the possibility of people in my office reading this blog post. I was SUPER concerned about anyone in general from my current industry reading this.

B) I was TOTALLY apprehensive over putting THIS MUCH PERSONAL INFORMATION about myself out here on The Internet for ‘All The World’ to see.


C) I was troubled as to how The Internet may or may not react to this kind of post.

And yanno what?

I have decided that I do not have anything to be ashamed of.

I am going to post my personal experience with Cosmetic Surgery because:

1) THIS POST was absolutely hysterical. Jillian reminded me that women readers will understand what I am about to share. She has made me feel safe enough to broach the topic of breasts.

2) I have already posted some photos of myself in a rather compromising position this post is probably less humiliating.


3) I am still mid-construction of two drafts that are not ready to be posted. I have nothing else in my dashboard to publish, other than this.



1. What made you want to get a boob job?

Well, that’s quite a bold question. I’m not sure that I WANTED to get a boob job; as much as I am sure I HAD TO get a boob job. Either way, I am happy to share The Reasons Why I decided to have cosmetic surgery with you.

Once upon a time, I had regular breast. My boobs were nothing special, but they weren’t terrible either. I was slightly self conscious because my right breast being a little larger than the left. However, that was not particularly noticeable to anyone other than me.

When I was about 18, I became increasingly aware of other women’s bodies and their physical attributes. Considering the environment I was working in at that time, it was pretty hard Not To Notice. Nevertheless, I maintained my natural physic.

It wasn’t until after I had my child, when I became profoundly depressed over the damage I caused my body. You see, I was 103 pounds, with a small B cup, and 20 years old when I became pregnant. I delivered my son at 187 pounds, with double D cups, at 21 years old.

That’s a whole lot of weight gain, which inevitably resulted in massive skin stretching.

(Seriously, people. My stretch marks make me look like I am a survivor of ‘When Animals Attack’)

After 6 months, I had lost all of the ‘baby weight’. (80 pounds to be exact.) But, I was never so devastated. At 21 years old, I was left with unshapely, flat like pancakes, and sagging, hanging, lifeless breasts much like the old lady from the movie ‘There Is Something About Mary’. I joked about the state of my bosom by saying, “My boobs look like tennis balls at the bottom of a tube socks”. In all reality that is what they looked like.

As such, I became terribly self-conscious. I was riddled with shame and humiliation. I would not, and I could not, let anyone see them. Ever. I was way too embarrassed over the way my body looked. As soon as I took my top off, I went directly into covering them up with my hands as a standard position.

That made things extremely difficult romantically, because I wouldn’t let anyone see them, or touch them, or even look in the same direction as them. On the off chance I was intimate with someone; it was only under very specific conditions such as: the lights had to be off, preferably in the pitch black, no touching allowed, and my bra stayed on.

I wore a bra 24 hours a day. In fact, I wore TWO BRAS every day. I used every kind of lotion and tried every type of gimmick that is supposed to ‘naturally increase bust lines’ or remove stretch-marks, to no avail.

Eventually, I discovered that Victoria Secret carried a breast enhancement product that you could insert into your bra. They are flesh toned and look sort of like “Chicken Cutlets” and I loved them. I wore them all the time. Sometimes I even wore the Cutlets when I was romantically involved.

It wasn’t until long after I left the bar scene and entered into a different life when I was presented with the opportunity to undergo Breast Augmentation. I leapt at the chance.

After 9 years of torturing myself, feeling embarrassed, hiding my shame and the uncomfortable misery of wearing TWO BRAS every day … I would finally be free from all of that self-inflicted hatred about that part of my body. Finally I would be able to look at them, and look at myself, without feeling disgusted. It was the easiest decision I have ever made in my life.

2. Did the risks worry you at all? Or are they really just hyped up by the media to freak people out?

I was definitely concerned about the risks. You hear horror stories about bad boob jobs, because they are true.

I have first hand knowledge about tragic events such as “When Boob Jobs Go Wrong” because of where I worked. I saw some fantastic before and after boob jobs and I saw some seriously detrimental before and after boob jobs. I was terrified to end up as one of the girls from surgeries gone awry.

Side Bar: When considering breast implants, it’s really all about the doctor. It is of utmost importance to find a good doctor, the right doctor, talk with the other women who have previously been to that doctor, and ask a lot of questions. If the doctor gets annoyed by all of your questions, you are with the Wrong Doctor.

3. Were you treated differently after the boob job?

I treated myself differently afterwards.

4. Were you given grief by friends and family?

Absolutely not.

My mother completely supported my decision. She stated that if her breasts had looked like mine (pre-surgical) she would have done the same exact thing. In fact, she is the one that pointed out this was “Corrective” surgery NOTElective” surgery.

5. Did the operation hurt and how long before you recovered?

Well, I had TWO surgeries. (Because I am a stubborn asshole.)

The first time I went to have my procedure, the doctor suggested I go from my floppy A cup all the way to a full D cup. I told him there was no way I wanted to be a D cup. I am an insurance professional, not a porn star and I did not want to walk around my office with flotation devices attached to my chest. He explained to me in numerous ways, that I needed to fill up the loose skin, in order to fix the horrendous sagginess that was part of my ugly boob situation. Yet, I remained firm with my decision to only go to a C cup. Begrudgingly, the doctor complied with my wishes.

The surgery went well and I went home the same day with a wonderful device attached to me. This device distributed Novocain in a steady stream via catheters to each breast 24 hours a day for 3 days. I didn’t feel an ounce of pain. Not. Even. A. Little.

One week later I went back to the doctor. The cathedra was removed and the bandages came off. Much to my surprise my breasts were even prettier than I had ever imagined possible. They were perfectly symmetrical and full. They were not too rounded, or shaped like a disks. I hate that look. You know that look. It’s like someone took a grapefruit, cut it in half and super glued them to their body. I was amazed with how ‘real’ my boobs looked. I was thrilled with the fact they moved with me, rather than sitting frozen solid or rock hard. Even with all of the swelling they were still very soft to the touch.

[When my doctor took the ‘AFTER’ photo, it was a most liberating moment.]

Alas, a few weeks post-surgery, I had a severe panic attack. I thought my boobs had ‘broken’ and/or were leaking because they seemed to be deflating. I was seriously scared. And I didn’t know what to do. I called the doctor immediately. The decrease in size was simply due to the swelling going down. That’s when I realized what the doctor had been trying to warn / tell me on all of my earlier visits.

2 or 3 months after my first surgery, just as my doctor had predicted, I had soccer balls (which beat tennis balls) at the bottom of a tube socks – for boobs. The dreaded saggy-droopy-ness was back. I had two options at that point. 1. Have a Breast Lift- a very painful surgical procedure which leaves hellashish scars on your body. (The last thing my body needs is more scarring.) 2. Go to a bigger size implant.

Teary eyed, I returned to my doctor pleading for his help to rectify my own mistake. “Okay, Okay. I see now what you have been trying to tell me. Let’s go to a Full D Cup.”

And that’s just what we did.

My second surgery went as smoothly as the first one. In fact it was even easier than the first one. The ‘pocket’ where the implant belongs was already formed, and since I was merely changing the size of the bag the 2nd procedure took only 24 hours ‘recovery time’ before I was back at my desk.

6. Would you recommend other women to get one if they were thinking about it?

Honestly, that depends on each individual woman, and her specific circumstances. Do I think getting a ‘boob job’ strictly for vanity purposes is all together healthy? No.

It also depends on the expectations the potential candidate has about the final outcome. Most good doctors will also request a complete psychological evaluation prior to engaging plastic surgery. They need to make sure the candidate is being realistic and not going through these measures for attention seeking behavior purposes.

I will say, without any hesitation, that my choice was the right choice, for me.

$10,000.00 and four years later, I am still ‘In Love’ with the final result. I am confident and comfortable in my own skin. And it sure is nice to fill out a dress properly.

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  • Meleah

    I was a wreck about it!

    The story lives on indeed

    Thank you

    You inspire!

    xxoo xxoo

  • I would have supported you all the way Meleah. You sure have balls for sharing your story. Can we see pics? J/K.

    It’s totally understandable why you get them done and I support corrective boob jobs 100%!

    I have a question, did you loose sensation of them afterwards? I mean are they less sensitive? Just curious, lol.

  • Mel, I love you, but I gotta be honest. I applaud you for your courage and am so glad you are totally happy with your decision. I guess to me, boob jobs and nose jobs and lipo are another reminder of how obsessed with looks—particularly with womens’ looks–our culture is. Years of conditioning and brainwashing and Photoshopping cover girls.But then again I’m old school, and old! In either case, you are perfect the way you are!

  • Meleah

    Thank you.
    And to answer your question, I went underneath my breasts, NOT through the nipple, so NO. I did NOT loose any sensation. In fact, they are more sensitive.

    Brenda Starr:
    That comment made me tear! Thank you so much. There really is way too much emphasis on they way women look and what is required as ‘acceptable’ appearances. Its upsetting, offensive and annoying. Again, thank you for your heartfelt comment. That means a lot to me comming from a LADY like you.

  • Mel, I am SO glad you didn’t get hurt or offended because that would kill me. It sounds like it was totally your choice and I”m all for it! You’re the BEST. And I’m so glad you appreciate honesty.

  • Meleah

    Brenda Starr:
    I’d like to think I know you better than to take any comment you make the wrong way!! I love the honesty. Thats why I love you. I can always count on you for keepin’ it real.

  • Thank you for sharing this story, Meleah. Like Selma, I am a total wimp when it comes to surgery. So, even though a tummy tuck and breast lift would absolutely change the way I look for the better, I don’t think I would ever do it. Plus, I am lazy and cheap.

  • Thanks for answering Meleah I was always curious 🙂

  • Meleah

    lazy & cheap.
    HA HA HA

    Now you know!

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