I have a hard time believing that this questioner isn’t a troll, but then again, I’ve met people like this so.... yeah. Let’s talk boobs, shall we?
I’ve had breast surgery. I didn’t do so by choice, but rather had skin cancer unfortunately located right below my left breast. This stupid sh*t required THREE surgeons (cancer, breast, and plastic). Because my surgery was not actually breast reduction on purpose, but rather the removal of the affected area of skin, I do have a considerably more noticeable scar than a regular breast reduction. They had to take away a 5 cm by 15 cm patch of my skin and then close the area (thankfully without the potentially required skin graft).
I have rather asymmetrical cleavage now. I pretty much have asymmetrical everything. If I want to wear a shirt without it pulling the neckline to scandalous levels on one side and neck strangling levels on the other, I have to pad the other side of my bra. I have problems with keeping the strap of a bag or purse on my shoulder. I have shoulder, hip and knee issues that have slowly radiated down from the weight imbalance of my chest in the 3 or so years since the surgery. There are days that I cannot walk more than half a mile total in a day. In a day. Count your steps, let me tell you, that’s not a lot of walking. That’s like, maybe think about having a wheel chair in your near future if you’d like to actually have a life outside your home amount of steps.
It’s been suggested that I could reduced the other side of my chest to match the breast that has already had surgery. It’s also been suggested that I could have the already scarred breast enlarged to match the unscarred side. I hate surgery. I live in fear of needles. I live in fear of the whole process. I couldn’t breath without pain for a month after my prior surgery. Your breasts move every time you even THINK about breathing. Trust me. I know this all too well. So the jury is still out on which one of these things I’m going to do. But, when I do decide it will be my choice and my determination.
Because of thinking like yours, dear prnostar1, I am sometimes scared of what people will think when I take off my shirt or wear a bikini or a even a low cut shirt since my scar starts at nearly the top of my breast. One breast scarred is from cancer, and people pretty much understand that most of the time, when I’m willing to take the time to explain it (because oh strangers do in fact think they have a right to ask). But gee, why would you go back and scar the other perfectly healthy breast??? Why would you cut into a perfectly lovely beautiful breast like that? (Let us put aside the various opinions people have put forth to me cautioning me on breast surgery on my “healthy breast” in the event that I ever want to have and breast feed children, because that’s a whole bunch of WTF.)
Well let me see... why would you live every day with tremendous amounts of knotted painful muscles on your shoulders, shoulder blades, lower back, hip area, and eventually even potentially your knees and feet when you could NOT DO THAT???? When it would take a mere month and the problem could be gone for life? Because it’s more important to have perfect unblemished bouncing globes of shiny man attraction then it is to BE IN GOOD HEALTH??? Perhaps you’d like to suggest that I should have left the cancer attached to my other breast too? I mean, it didn’t show when I had my clothes on, so I could still have looked nice and large-breastedly normal to you, right? That could totally be more important than me living past 40.
And for the record, just in case male validation is required for you, prnostar1 - Just yesterday I got a compliment from the man currently authorized to view my boobs on how god damned lovely they are. They drive him to absolute joyful distraction, scars and all. So there you go - HEADLINE: Man in His Right Mind Still Loves Mildly Scarred Breasts! Gasp! And I’m 100% certain that his reaction to me getting a reduction on the other side of my chest would simply be “How can I help while you’re undergoing surgery?” rather than “Oh no, not the BIG BOOB! NooooooO!”
Yeah. Prnostar1? Go home and try on some empathy pants for size. Maybe run around the block in them a few times to see how they fit. You really want to learn something? Attached two really big balloons full of pudding to your chest before you go for that jog. Have fun!