I'm in a weird place. I'm not fully healed, but I'm also not undergoing any surgeries right now. I'm about two months out from my last surgery and about three weeks away from my next one. My body is finally starting to feel back to normal. The initial changes I saw in my legs have started to ... well, I don't want to say subside. But my legs now seem like their "new normal." I've gotten used to them, I suppose.
There's definitely a physical difference. They're no longer nearly as heavy or draggy, and the pain level has decreased (but alas, is not entirely gone). They still look pretty awful, though. In fact, in some ways, they almost look worse. There are some horrible contour issues. The lumpiness of the lipomas has decreased, but due to the surgery, I have huge wavy areas on my thighs. This is ... really ugly. But does it bother me? Meh. I can't really say that it does. When you have horribly disfigured thighs, you just learn to deal with it.
Now. There IS another part of my body that has also changed dramatically. At the FDRS conference, this was very briefly mentioned. I dismissed it out of hand because I assumed this was a surgical side effect that only affected women who were of a slightly different bodily persuasion. In other words, built differently than I am.
I've always been busty. I began sprouting a chest when I was in third grade. I was a full C cup in 7th grade and regularly warding off accusations of "bra stuffing." This might not seem shocking these days when girls do seem to be developing earlier, but in the mid-1980s, most girls were barely in training bras at 12. By high school, things had really started to bloom. At any rate, I hit my 20s with large DDs and things seemed to level off.
Until I had children. Breastfeeding makes some women shrink, but it makes others grow. Yes, I was a grower. I bloomed even more and grew to an H cup. This was, well, rather ridiculous. Here I was, in my mid-30s, growing by leaps and bounds.
Apparently, liposuction can have a similar effect. Not on all women but on some. For whatever reason, I dismissed it as a possibility. I really did assume that because I was already fairly busty, I'd have nothing to worry about. That was a stupid, stupid assumption. About halfway through the recovery of my second surgery, I noticed that my bras seemed to be fitting a bit differently. I brushed it off. But now, now that I'm completely done with three surgeries? I have exactly one bra that I can wear, and even it isn't fitting well at all. Measurement-wise, I should be in a J-cup.
From the waist down, I look like a Weeble. From the neck to the waist? I look more like a p*rn st*r.
Oh well. Such is life. They look ridiculous, but they don't really bother me all that much at this point in time. I'm certainly not about to undergo surgery to get rid of them. I've had enough surgery to last me a lifetime, I think.
Right now, I mostly want my legs to work right, and if the price I have to pay for that is a laughably large chest, then so be it. I can do that.
There's definitely a physical difference. They're no longer nearly as heavy or draggy, and the pain level has decreased (but alas, is not entirely gone). They still look pretty awful, though. In fact, in some ways, they almost look worse. There are some horrible contour issues. The lumpiness of the lipomas has decreased, but due to the surgery, I have huge wavy areas on my thighs. This is ... really ugly. But does it bother me? Meh. I can't really say that it does. When you have horribly disfigured thighs, you just learn to deal with it.
Now. There IS another part of my body that has also changed dramatically. At the FDRS conference, this was very briefly mentioned. I dismissed it out of hand because I assumed this was a surgical side effect that only affected women who were of a slightly different bodily persuasion. In other words, built differently than I am.
I've always been busty. I began sprouting a chest when I was in third grade. I was a full C cup in 7th grade and regularly warding off accusations of "bra stuffing." This might not seem shocking these days when girls do seem to be developing earlier, but in the mid-1980s, most girls were barely in training bras at 12. By high school, things had really started to bloom. At any rate, I hit my 20s with large DDs and things seemed to level off.
Until I had children. Breastfeeding makes some women shrink, but it makes others grow. Yes, I was a grower. I bloomed even more and grew to an H cup. This was, well, rather ridiculous. Here I was, in my mid-30s, growing by leaps and bounds.
Apparently, liposuction can have a similar effect. Not on all women but on some. For whatever reason, I dismissed it as a possibility. I really did assume that because I was already fairly busty, I'd have nothing to worry about. That was a stupid, stupid assumption. About halfway through the recovery of my second surgery, I noticed that my bras seemed to be fitting a bit differently. I brushed it off. But now, now that I'm completely done with three surgeries? I have exactly one bra that I can wear, and even it isn't fitting well at all. Measurement-wise, I should be in a J-cup.
From the waist down, I look like a Weeble. From the neck to the waist? I look more like a p*rn st*r.
Oh well. Such is life. They look ridiculous, but they don't really bother me all that much at this point in time. I'm certainly not about to undergo surgery to get rid of them. I've had enough surgery to last me a lifetime, I think.
Right now, I mostly want my legs to work right, and if the price I have to pay for that is a laughably large chest, then so be it. I can do that.
