At the moment needing a 32F (though it doesn’t look right) fitter reckons with the degree of swelling I still have, I might make a DD, although that feels optimistic. That obviously still isn’t tiny, and bigger than the surgeon hoped to achieve but I’m tall enough for it, and I trust him when he says he went as small as he felt was safe without compromising blood and nerve supply. Cup size aside, my life is transformed without those 8lb boulders on the front. I suspect surgeon will be disappointed with the final cosmetic result, it won’t be his greatest work, but comfort was my prime driver and I was prepared to sacrifice a bit of shape for a big reduction. It’s not hideous by any means, and the scars are already amazing, but the bottom line is I was a 61 year old woman, who’d done a lot of breastfeeding, had had hypertrophic breasts since adolescence, AND had massive weight loss. I think he’s done a good job with what he had and dressed I look good. DH and DD both think I’m being too hypercritical about how I look naked, but I don’t look as good as most of the other after pictures I’ve seen. It was still worth it though. I’m even sleeping all night for the first time in decades as I don’t get woken with pins and needles in my arms every couple of hours. That itself is a game changer. But it was a big op and it’s taking me a long time to really find my feet again.