(Caution: This may be more honest than you can handle)
I was born with a rare congenital defect called hypomastia. Basically, my breasts never developed. If I did not wear a padded bra I would be as flat as a little girl or a woman who just had a bilateral radical mastectomy. For me, breast augmentation would be considered non-routine and most plastic surgeons wouldn’t want to touch my case with a ten-foot pole due to the complications that could arise from such a procedure. I watched the plastic surgery episode, but was a little taken back that the ladies requesting surgeries ALL appeared to be at least an A cup. I was surprised that they could even consider themselves “flat”. I suppose in their eyes I would be considered a freak. Perhaps there would be a measure of sympathy to my face (while they get a self-esteem boost by cracking jokes behind my back).
Getting a mammogram is an oxymoron for someone with my condition, yet this is all that most doctors offer because insurance does not cover the more expensive alternative screening technique.
Hearing media pitches such as, “Real women have curves.” does nothing positive for my self-esteem and makes me feel alienated and unfeminine. I just want to be able to look like a woman should in a bra or swimsuit. No matter how much I gain or lose weight it will not affect the size of my breasts because the hormone receptors in my body are not working right. What makes me even angrier is that a man can take estrogen and get his breasts to grow like a woman, but I cannot, because it will cause serious medical complications because my menstrual cycle functions just fine.
My mom had no idea what to do with me other than suggest padding. Unfortunately, the idea that this is a valid coping solution is voided out the moment that I even think about getting involved with a man. Nothing ruins a romantic moment like two giant pads falling to the floor. I am realistic enough to know better than to expect someone to put up with that. Especially considering that men are primarily visually oriented. My rotten luck.
For now, I keep all relationships at the platonic level. If I need someone to accept me unconditionally –I turn to my pets. So, while I wait to put myself through school I can hope that technology changes and they find a treatment for this medical deformity. Most likely I will get implants somewhere down the line when I cannot only afford the surgery, but also the maintenance associated with it. I don’t want to wait too long. I would like to be able to fill out a bra sometime before death or menopause.
Well, there you have it. That is my reason for wanting plastic surgery.
