Australian Women's Weekly. I grabbed my car keys and checked my watch. As she wandered down the stairs ready for school, I did a double take. The buttons on her shirt were straining against her chest — her boobs had definitely grown again. She'd started her period just a few weeks before and it seemed overnight she'd shot up from an A-cup to a B. I'd mentioned it to the school nurse but she'd just said it was puppy fat.
It seemed odd to me, though, because the rest of her body was tiny. A week later, I decided to take Kacie to the doctor to voice my concerns. He said it was quite common for girls with Kacie's condition to go through early puberty. Kacie was our bridesmaid and looked so pretty with her hair in a long plait. But as I helped her into her pale blue gown, I couldn't help but notice one of her breasts was bigger than the other.
They thought it was just puberty. Image: Supplied. And just a few weeks after the wedding, the size difference between them was huge — one was a B-cup and the other a D. My mom and I stared at each other in shock while she left to go find some bras in my size. What I still didn't expect, however, was the shape. Remember Madonna's cone bra phase? That should give you a good idea.
Once you reach a certain size, the lady explained, the entire structure of the bra changes out of necessity, and it makes you look like you're smuggling torpedoes. I could have put an eye out in that bra. Me me me me me me me me Artist's rendering. She and my mom left so I could get dressed, and I sat down and cried and cried. I didn't care about looking attractive or whatever -- I just wanted to look like a kid, not a s sci-fi alien sexbot.
It was pretty soon after that that we decided what I needed I don't remember talking to my mom about getting surgery. I think we just wordlessly agreed that it was something that needed to happen. Luckily, I had great insurance, so everything moved along rather swiftly. Standing naked in front of a grown man and a bunch of medical students, presumably after someone announced that they needed to come see this shit while he draws on your body with a Sharpie is pretty intimidating for a year-old girl, but my surgeon was a lot more sympathetic than my family doctor.
It went off without a hitch, and I was home the next day, hanging out in bed and eating ice cream like I'd had my appendix out. It's always a big risk to perform this surgery on someone so young, because they're still growing, but luckily I settled at DD over the next few years after being taken down to a C.
I remember the weirdest thing was that I could, like, reach in front of myself now. I had pretty much been limited to up-and-down arm motions, and it took a while to stop flailing around like a dork trying to avoid my phantom boobs. Now I flail around like a dork for entirely unrelated reasons. Miracles are everywhere, folks.
The most important thing to deal with immediately post-surgery, though, is the incision tape. It protects you from infection and keeps scarring to a minimum, but it's like masking tape -- it rubs off so easily, especially when you're flailing around like a dork. The resulting infection meant they had to dig a big chunk of flesh out of each of my new boobs, because I hadn't been through enough already.
But it was actually kind of cool. They just do it right there in the office. They lay you down and numb you up and then just hack pieces of your body right off. My scars are particularly gnarly for that reason. Speaking of which Nobody has awesome long-term decision-making skills when they're The two things that everyone heavily warned me about -- that I would likely have very noticeable scars and trouble breastfeeding in the future -- were the furthest thing from my traumatized preteen mind.
When the time came that I found myself very interested in other people's interest in my bathing suit areas, though, I got a side of scar anxiety with the usual order of body-image issues. The typical pattern of scars resulting from a breast reduction is what they call an "anchor scar," a semicircle around the bottom and then up from the middle to the areola.
I also got a bonus prize in the form of a very dark lump of scar tissue about the size of a cent piece on the bottom of each breast from the removal of the infected tissue. As a result, I dread getting naked with a guy for the first time, because "By the way, I've got weird boobs, don't freak out" is a conversation no one enjoys.
On the bright side, that scar tissue is totally dead. I can stick a pin in it and not feel a thing. It's a neat trick at parties. An amazingly short 10 years later, I gave birth to my beautiful baby girl, and the one week that I attempted to breastfeed her was the most painful and frustrating week of my life. If you imagine normal women as bountiful waterfalls, I was a bathroom faucet that leaked occasionally.
I kept trying because the only way to increase production is to feed more, but by the end of the week, my baby had lost a full pound and I wasn't in great shape either. I don't want to get too gross here, but my doctor eventually took me by the shoulders and said, "She's getting more blood than milk. I conceded defeat, tired of having that baby on my boob 24 hours a day anyway, and she gulped down that first bottle as if she were starving to death, because she kind of was.
So those things I wasn't worried about at the time ended up mattering a lot. Pictured: Fiona is now covered in painful sores and spots, seen, as a result of her huge breasts. It was very, very upsetting. The pain Fiona suffers from her breasts means that she can't even sleep properly. She always had an active lifestyle in her teens and early twenties but now isn't able to go to the gym because of the pain she experiences from walking.
She said: 'When I'm in bed it's like I'm suffocating. I can't lie on my front because they're too heavy. Fiona always had an active lifestyle in her teens and early twenties but now isn't able to go to the gym because of the pain she experiences from walking. Getting to sleep can be a real struggle sometimes. Macromastia - considered to be a form of breast hypertrophy - is a rare condition in which the breast tissue is abnormally enlarged.
Breast reduction surgery is commonly offered to most patients, in order to reduce the size of their breasts to be more proportional to their body.
Surgeons say it can reduce discomfort in the back, neck and shoulders, while also improve sleep quality and help with insecurities. Studies have repeatedly shown the condition, which often develops in adolescence, can be detrimental to the mental health of teen girls.
Scientists remain baffled as to what the cause of the condition is - but some believe hormones may play a role in causing enlarged breasts. Figures are unclear as to how common the condition is, however it has been branded rare in various medical reports. I used to work in retail but I can't stand up for long periods of time now so I need to have a desk job.
It's a vicious circle.. Fiona recently became a mum to baby William in November and said her boobs have even caused her problems when dealing with her newborn. She said: 'I can't hold my baby close to me because my boobs are so big I can't even see him and he could suffocate.
I was terrified i was going to suffocate him because I couldn't hold him properly because i was having to hold my boobs. I couldn't even see his face. I'd be starting life again, I'd be able to go shopping for blouses and clothes I've not been able to wear. Fiona, seen holding her bras, recently became a mum to baby William in November and said her boobs have even caused her problems when dealing with her newborn.
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