chippie wrote:
mechanicalgirl39 wrote:
chippie wrote:
Yes I agree, physicaly if you can come to terms with your loss go ahead. The programme we watched was a fly on the wall type documentry which showed the pros and cons of this surgery. it was hosted by one of the U.K.s most highly regarded TV journo's and the bulk of the ops were carried out in Harley Street in London, home to (arguably) some of the worlds finest surgeons.
Trust me, for me it wouldn't be a loss. I don't like them, they make me feel physically ungainly and socially cheap...like just a sexual ornament.Thanks for advice everyone
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I heal fast so scarring if done properly probably wouldn't be an issue.
I suppose you could use them to your benefit then ? Sorry that was uncalled for, as a mere man I will NEVER be able to comprehend what a woman has to put up with in her life.
Lol. I'll try and give you a perspective from a woman's eye view.
I got constantly harassed in school aged 12, had boys grope my breasts, and I got punished for fighting back or swearing at them telling them to stop.
I get to barely be able to cross a room if for some stupid masochistic reason I go to a social event. Every drunken ape in the room thinks it is okay to: put his hands on me, get aggressive if ordered to stop, surround me with 3 of his friends and refuse to let me move while making crude sexual gestures, threaten me with a chair for pushing him away...And apparently, I am being grossly unreasonable if I object to that behaviour. I have big breasts, therefore I am a sex object, and how dare I act as if I were anything else.
I get to feel endangered whenever I'm wearing summer clothes. I get to be screamed at in the street by leering young construction workers. I get to walk along in my own world happily thinking about my interests and have young men yell at me causing me to drop into fight or flight mode. I get to be seen as a horrid, humourless coil of wire for not wanting to be treated in a crude and intimidating manner.
I get the lovely privilege of feeling endangered in martial arts class because it's hot as f**k and I seem to have a mild electrolyte problem so I've chosen between overheating and fainting and wearing a short bra top, and the line of these disgusting tumors is visible, and I am very aware that I probably come across as asking for sexual attention. Oh, and I need a reinforced sports bra just to be able to go for a walk or run down the street without pulling and tearing at connective tissue.
Yup...I'm so, so lucky.
Sorry to sound excessively angry. It's not as if it's the worst issue in the world. I am privileged to live in a country where I can wear low cut pants, talk to men, commit adultery if I want and the worst punishment I'll suffer is social disapproval. (Like that is gonna penetrate my skin). I could do without them though
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