I got them for my husband.
I got them for my husband. Together we told the surgeon the goal was to fill out my clothes a little better - not to be obvious. Just smallish implants to provide a little shape.
I looked like a circus freak coming out of surgery. They promised it was all swelling, but weeks passed and they were still massive. I would wear both a regular bra and a sports bra to conceal them a bit, and wore (and still wear) nothing but large t shirts and un-tucked button downs.
I haven't worn a bathing suit in the decade since I got the implants. Well, I did once. A friend and I paddled across an inlet to a fairly secluded spot. We hopped in the water, and it was glorious (I used to love swimming). I was in heaven and flipped over on my back to enjoy floating under the hot sun... and my "friend" said "holy crap... it's Mount Liz!" I just wanted to die from the humiliation.
It's absolutely the 100 percent opposite of the 'sexy' I was going for.
Anyway, they're finally coming out June 1st. Different surgeon. She's wonderful, agrees that they're obnoxiously huge, and assures me that my breasts will look like they did prior to the surgery. Even with 10 years behind me.
I just can't wait to look neat and tidy again.
And here's some advice from grandma to the poor girl whose boyfriend has her in an insecure tizzy: DUMP HIM. He's not good for you. He doesn't deserve you, and you sure as heck don't deserve to be treated the way he's treating you. You may think there's complications - but in the grand scheme of life, there is no complication greater than the damage he's doing to your sweet self. (((hug)))