In the four days since ODNT’s introduction, I’ve gotten a good bit of feedback from many people in my life. There have been lots of friends offering up the fist-pumping, you-go-girl types of responses. I love you, guys. You make things easy for me here. Of course, there have also been some genuinely concerned friends who have sought me out either to offer specific instructions regarding this process or to coerce me to reconsider the whole thing. I love you, guys, too … as I know you’re only looking out for my best interests. To everyone reading here, let me explain where I’m coming from.
To the why-are-you-getting-a-boob-job question posers, as I’ve already explained, I am unhappy with my post-breastfeeding body and I am merely looking to restore it to its original form. I am not, repeat NOT, looking to Pamela Anderson-ize myself. To those who see me regularly, know that I am a card-carrying Victoria’s Secret shopper and I have invested in unbelievably deceptive bras over the years. Bras that have been advertised with words like “bombshell” and “miraculous.” When you see me right now, you are not actually seeing me in my natural state. My bras and I are inseparable! And the change I seek for myself is to achieve the same result and be the same person you see now … only without the costly, ridiculously padded and hot (during the nine-month summers we have in my neck of the woods) undergarments. Ultimately, the goal is that YOU will not know the difference. But I will.
To the okay-I-get-the-boob-job-but-why-are-you-going-public-with-everything question posers … As I mentioned to a good friend just today, I want to talk openly about it. I promise that my story will be sometimes funny, always tasteful and entirely honest. I hope to educate other women as well as myself very thoroughly, more so than I ever could have if I stayed underground about everything. Who knows? I may gather all of the information and decide against the whole damned thing.
I never said there was no EJECT button.
That’s what this project is all about. Learning about the whole thing together. Openly and honestly and hopefully laughing our asses off at some of the findings and stories that present themselves along the way. (Truth be told, I’ve already got a few I can’t wait to tell.) So, please hang in there with me … even if you think I’m crazy … and let’s see what we can uncover about boob jobs together.