I have been torturing myself with this question every day….
Before you answer this question I feel that I should explain myself.
I am a mum to 2 beautiful school aged children, a boy and a girl. The eldest of which has an Autism Spectrum Disorder.
Like most parents I am concerned with body image issues that are plaguing our children, especially our young girls.
As we get bombarded with these unrealistic images I use them to spark conversations with both my children about what a healthy body and an unhealthy body may look like, how to obtain and maintain a healthy body and how all of this differs from person to person.
I have always had small (‘A’ cup) breasts and it never bothered me. In fact for a while my little boobs and I made a comfortable living as a topless barmaid (long before I started my family), proving that it is not the size that counts!
So why do I want plastic surgery then?
After having children many things about my body changed, which I was prepared for. I have stretch marks, a jelly belly, gone up 2 dress sizes and have started growing hair in strange places (which after puberty I thought I would never have to experience again) and I am fine with all of this.
But the change to my breasts was dramatic, which again I was prepared for (or so I thought). They went from little well placed bowls of jelly, to what I can best describe as turned out pants pockets. They are now somewhere between an A and a B cup, which make finding a correct fitting Bra almost impossible. They are the only thing about my post baby body that makes me cringe when I look at myself naked.
While I have felt this way for a long time, the thought of having Breast Augmentation surgery is one I had previously dismissed as quickly as it came to me.
So what changed?
Why am I no longer dismissing the thought of surgery?
It all happened when I brought a pair of shoes. Yes, shoes. I’m not talking some six inch stilettos or killer boots.
Like most Mums, my wants and needs came last. I would scrutinise and justify every purchase I made for myself but wouldn’t think twice about buying something for the family or the house. After years of buying and wearing cheap shoes (usually around $20, sometimes less), I had developed problems with the tendons in my feet. It had gotten to the point where I was in agony every day and sometimes could barely walk.
After many trips to the doctor to receive painful cortisone injections, he finally convinced me to invest some money in myself. So I went to a specialty shoe store and found a nice pair of rather stylish (not at all the granny shoes I had imagined) orthotic shoes. I must admit the thought of paying $100 for 1 pair of shoes made me feel ill, even though I would have made the same purchase for my kids without hesitation. But after just a week of wearing them the improvement was amazing.