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Like many women, there have always been things about my body I wanted bigger or smaller. But I am not a fan of surgery. I nearly pass out when my blood is drawn. Little did I know that it was easy to increase my breast size, but it would come at a price.
When I first became pregnant, there were many signs. One of the better signs was the new cleavage peaking out from under my shirts. A bra is the only piece of clothing that I have ever been happy to replace with a bigger size because the current one is pulling tight and no longer doing its job. I have never felt that way about jeans. Not a swim suit or even shirts. But a new, bigger bra? Oh yeah. Sign me up. I marched happily into the store and couldn’t wait for my bra fitting. With my new, pretty bras tucked carefully in tissue in their bag, I nearly skipped out of the store. For the rest of the day, my face carried a happy smile as I thought of my new, larger bust size.
I was about eight weeks pregnant when my husband and I were on a tropical vacation for our anniversary. I look back at those pictures and I loved the way I looked in my swimsuit tops. The downside, however, it that they were not bikinis because my belly was also in the beginning stages of changing. That was the price, I learned. Not only was my breast size increasing, but so were many parts of my body. At least I could enjoy my new curves before my belly grew larger than my chest.
And their increase of size didn’t stop with the end of pregnancy. When my son was born, there was a complication and he was placed in ICU. I was released from the hospital one day sooner than he was and upon my release, a very kind nurse gave me a piece of information that I was so grateful for. “Your milk is going to start coming in.” She said. “What?” I asked. This was my first child. I didn’t know what to expect. I had just had a baby and was going home without him. My body was tired and recovering. My mind was exhausted and my heart was sad. “Your milk will come in, but you won’t have a baby to feed. You will have to pump. Do you have a pump at home?” I silently shook my head no and that dear woman found me a hand pump to take home.
She was right. The milk came in and my husband helped me to pump during the night. After a fairly restful night of sleep, I woke up and found I had a new, HUGE chest. I passed a mirror on my way to the shower and didn’t even recognize my body. I ran to the phone to call my mom. “It is unbelievable! They could be in Playboy!” As I showered, I still couldn’t believe the transformation that had taken place overnight. I was still relishing in the thought of them UNTIL I tried to dry them with a towel. It was then that I knew, they looked good, but were REALLY sensitive. I would soon find out that was just the beginning of changes for my new “working” breasts.
I still wish that parts of my body were bigger or smaller (or a little more toned), but I now try to appreciate the body I have and do my best to take care of it. And still hidden away in the back of my dresser are those large pretty bras to remind me.
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