I guess I'm in the minority in that breasts were never the big attraction for me. As part of the entire feminine package, yes, of course, but my attention was always drawn by hair, legs, and overall shape. I never understood why guys were so obsessed with breasts.
Now I'm taking great joy in growing my own, and I've been telling myself that size doesn't matter as long as they're noticeable as a required part of a nice presentation. And I've been telling myself that I can wait until I see what HRT does for me, and I'm not all that interested in doing it with implants.
Yup. That's what I've been telling myself.
Lately, though, I've found myself telling myself, "self, you need to shut up." Right now I'm at a minimal 36B, and I've been on HRT for a little over 20 months. I'm getting a bit impatient. Like Danielle, 36C would be fine, but I don't know whether I'm as far as I'm going to go or not.
I told myself I was going to let HRT take care of my face, too, and I told myself to shut up about that. I've been to FacialTeam for some minimal FFS, and I'm in the process of making plans to finish work on the mugly ugh with a face and neck lift, some moving around of fat in my face, and a surface peel. The same clinic has also started doing body contouring, with liposuction and injection.
They also will use the same procedure for breast enhancement. I'm thinking that maybe that would give me the shape I'm craving until the real thing catches up. Hmmm.
Shut up, self.
Stephanie