Right this is not a situation I am entirely comfortable discussing so forgive me if I sound a tit (pun intended)
I have had my breasts "done". They were done on the NHS. The (male) consultant gave me two options.
One: Have a reduction in one breast. The end result being, not an exact match but both breasts would be roughly the same size again. This would also have some significant scarring. Possibility of retaining milk ducts and nipple sensation.
Two: Have a small implant in the larger breast, a large implant n the smaller breast and both breasts lifted. High possibility of losing milk ducts and nipple sensation.
Straight away I opted for option one. Option two made me feel horrifically uncomfortably and squeamish. To put it simply it felt very wrong. I didn't want things in me and I knew that if I had had the implants I wouldn't be me. Don't get me wrong, I'm nowt special, I don't have super human self confidence. But I felt that if things were to go wrong I would blame myself more for having implants than the reduction.
The consultant's (who did the surgery) response to my decision was interesting. he had been incredibly brusque with me before. Afterward he was lovely, and told me I had made the right decision as I was allowing my body to continue it's natural development, and would be able to simply get on with my life without the worry of future operations or upkeep.
I asked why I wasn't told this before, he stated he wasn't allowed to unduly influence my decision. But he made a good point. Our bodies, as women are by definition, meant to change and vary.
I have no regrets with the operation. But when I discussed the options I was given with other women, friends and family. They all, without fail, told me I was a dick for passing up free cosmetic surgery and I'd regret it further down the line.
I don't. My bosom is still my own. It has fed two dc's. it is, frankly, worshipped by dh
, he doesn't care about the scars or that they are wonky - I don't think he'd particularly care if they were bright green.
I wish I could have been brave enough to have not had the operation at all and learned to love the body I had, but every look or comment in changing rooms and every "difficult" bra fitting wore me down. I didn't do it because I wanted to be attractive for men though. I did it to be attractive to other women. It took me a good few more years to realise I was hanging around with the wrong type of women.
Sorry that was so long 