I ended up having a snivel in the Bravissimo changing room today, much to the consternation of the lovely fitting lady. While surgeon did tell me he thought I was going to need a revision, I had sort of convinced myself that I was fine, didn't need to look perfect, was (more than) content with my comfort level. But the reality is that I don't fit into a bra. Any bra, I had dozens of the bloody things on. I'm measuring F, but I don't have the projection to fill a cup - the only reason I'm measuring that is because of the width of the breast, especially on one side, where there is a huge bulge, which won't fit into a bra of any size, and sits behind the edge of the cup if that makes sense. I know it happens, its not about my surgeon, its about the size of reduction I needed, but I'm just so upset. So upset in fact that we came home and at DH urging booked a holiday in Spain before I have it done. We weren't going abroad this year, but we had a feck it, its only money moment. Same villa with pool we had last year, so we know it will be lovely.