I had a 53inch bust with a 39inch ribcage the morning of surgery. I stopped finding bras that fit. I wasn’t gaining weight - in fact, I’d lost a bit - but my breasts were still growing. I’m now a 40inch rib cage (swelling) and somewhere between a 44-46 bust now. I’m down 8ish pounds post-surgery total, with over 4…

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I’ve been talking about my reduction recovery. Recovery has been the shits, and it’s not been nearly as easy as all of the “I had my surgery yesterday and I’m already itching to get back running and shopping!”

I…

I regularly paid $100-$200 for bras because that was the price to find bras that fit. And let me tell you, there was no way I paid $200 for one unless it fucking fit, I could get it on and off easily, and didn’t look like I was about to be strapped to a nuclear device.

Freya was good for me until I hit past a G. Then they couldn’t handle me. After that, only Panache could stop me from pulling a pec muscle walking.

I just had 5 pounds removed from mine and I’m still a D-DD (hard to tell still). I suspect I’ll still be wearing my boring non-strappy sports bras for fear of strap snapping.

Almost no one eats at the dining room table. Currently, there are socks, a box of computer parts, a bag of groceries, and a tub of margarine on the table. :)

When people come over, I move the dish and scrub the table. Except my best friend. She knows where the lysol and paper towels are ;)

One person came in and turned off my music. I’m like, um, I listen to country music at your house. You’re listening to my video game soundtrack music at mine and you’re going to pretend to like it.

This is an accurate representation of my dining room table.

I have 5 cats and 3 dogs. There are feet and asses on everything in my house. (and the food dish is on the dining room table because it’s the only place in the house the cats can get at AND the dogs can’t :) )

Adopted here. I’ve also gotten the “you must be pro life” comments.

There is a particular family member who I’ve said doesn’t have to come to our house anymore because they don’t like our decor, our renovations, the way the cat bowl is on the dining room table, the way our deck is massive, etc. I’m like, ya know what? This is my fucking house. There’s the door. Feel free not to come…

I was in the ER due to a specialized allergic reaction (they think I was exposed to cocaine at work), so my skin was on fire and I couldn’t be left alone. I’m naked and covered in this peppermint cream that was freezing my skin and wrapped in these crazy soft sheets, with a nurse (making sure I was still breathing and…

You get a tall glass of water for impact!

It was gross, then got grosser, and then I threw up.

Sidenote: Trigger warning needs to be also for those of us with a weak stomach for body fluids. I just threw up.

I’m so thankful I’ve never had men do that. I’ve had women grab my breasts over the years, though more with the weird thinking that a very heavily breasted woman was a novelty that became public property, as opposed to the gross thinking that I was a fucktoy with no say.

Good.

OMFG Anesthesiologists should never been seen as a money maker. OMFG. I’m going to die of a rage stroke.

I’m Canadian, so I already find the entire notion of being charged for being sick offensive. But then being charged like this? Oh fuck that shit. Fuck it right in the ass.

That should be illegal. Straight up fucking illegal.