I spent about 2 hours the other night surfing the Internet for boobs. Yes, I said boobs. Not porno boobs. Not pin-up girl boobs. They were plastic surgery before and after boobs. I was boobie shopping.
It’s expensive to hire someone skilled in giving your chest an overhaul. I guess between $4500 and $10,000 depending on what you want done and your surgeon of choice. I think in this type of decision you don’t want to go for the cheapest guy because then you’ll end up with something very silly looking. You can’t get a deal like “buy one, get one free” either. And, even if you could, that is probably a bad omen right there. So I think you find someone with lots of experience who hangs out in the middle — around $6000.
I love the before and after photos. I find boobs that look like mine do and then I think “WOW” at the after pictures. WOWOWOWOWOW!!! I call my husband into my office, make sure seeing these pictures won’t give him any fantasies (LOL), and then show him what I’ve found. Now, I’ll have you know that my wavering decision is partly based on his reaction to the before vs the after. Please understand that my husband is an awesome man who would love me if I weighed 300 pounds and had no teeth. But, he is a man. A man. Yes, a man with a penis and balls and testosterone. A true man without defects.
He liked the after too. I knew it!!!
Why am I torn? First of all, that’s a bundle of money to invest in vanity. But — so is buying a BMW or a beautiful diamond or a boat or a big house or having a pool installed or remodeling your home or a new wardrobe or [fill in the blank]. Right? All of those things are unneccessary. And my new boobs would be something not only I would feel good about, but they would also bring my husband years and years of sexual pleasure. Who can disagree with that?
But I think about the vanity of it all and then I feel like maybe it is a stupid idea. Maybe saggy stretched out boobs from having 3 kids and trying to breastfeed and age and gravity is the way I should look. But I hate the way they look. I don’t hate the size. I just hate their out-of-shapeness. Blah!
I would not get new boobs to turn on other men. In fact, I won’t even tell you all if I decide to go through with it or not. My decision would be based on my own self-image and the ability to afford such a surgery.
But I have thought about it and researched it and I know a few women who have gone through with it.
Is there a moral issue here that needs to be addressed too? Would God approve of new boobs for me?
If you could afford cosmetic surgery
of any kind — would you do it?
If so, what would you have done?
If not, why not?