Mon 20 Mar 2006
I had an IM conversation with Diana last nite about how things will play out if something or someone is meant to be. The conversation reminded me of a particular circumstance. This is how fate or yuan (Mandarin) works in relationships.
My ex was very audible about how he’s a “breast man.” “The bigger the better, I don’t care if they’re fake,” he used to say. Granted, the exes or people he used to like/date that I’ve seen/met are large people so every part of them were big, not just the boobs. But he didn’t seem to mind that as long as they were, like, 44DDs or whatever they were. He’d asked me early on, “Would you ever consider getting a boob job?” I was taken off-guard and had responded with a snappish question — would he get a penis enlargement? And he’d responded that he would if he were asked to. But I was made to feel so inadequate in the breast department in that relationship that I did consider breast augmentation surgery. (I didn’t get one.) Subsequently, after I’d been a few months into dating Mr. W, I brought up the topic of implants. He was avidly against them, cited all the health risks and expense and how they’re not worth the exchange for simple vanity, and added that my breasts are perfect the way they are (I’ll spare you guys the adjectives and descriptions he used in telling me how I’m fine the way I am). I told him I’d briefly considered getting them augmented in the past, and he said that if I had done that, he would not be dating me right now.
So let me review. If I had altered something unnecessarily to please my ex, then I would not have been with this great man who loves me as I am, who values my health above some appearance preference. But because I chose to keep my body parts as they are, that left the door open to be with this new guy. I love the way that works out.
Let me clarify…the issue is not that we don’t like people who have implants. There are justifications for having implants, like maybe someone had a breast removed due to cancer, or someone with actual problems in the breast area and need to even them out for their own self-esteem. But to augment for a GUY (or guys in general) is a different story. It tells you where someone’s priorities lie, and the kind of motivation from whence their major decisions stem.
Your story really explains well how fate works. Funny thing is, when we are going through some issue, we don’t usually “see” or remember how fate works. This is why it is always good to talk about the problem with friends, who would probably remind us about how things will work out if it is meant to. It is even better that we get to hear good real life examples (ie this entry). Thanks for sharing! Nooo, I didn’t mean the adjectives and descriptions from Mr. W. 😛
I can think of a couple other reasons for breast augmentation, but to have this procedure specifically because some dick asked you to borders insanity.. I don’t care how much he ‘claimed’ to love you… or love you even more if you get some big hooters… pathetic. And some chicks actually do it too. Besides.. people like Pamela Anderson look completely ridiculous with their floatation devices all out there and the rest of their body is disproportionate. I’ve heard many men say that a handful is enough. It’s just some vain idiots would rather get their eyes poked out and request their significant other to go under the knife, so they can what? bounce on ’em?
I don’t think they bounce anyway, do they? They’re like cement, I heard.
Great story; thanks for sharing it.
There’s so much pressure on women — and increasingly men — to live up to unattainable physical ideals, and so little unbiased information about the health consequences of undergoing surgery to do so. Especially about implants, as I discovered when researching a book about beauty for teens (In Your Face – the Culture of Beauty and You – see http://www.amazon.com) The best site for independent knowledge about implants is http://www.breastimplantinfo.org)
Jade – Where’ve you been? Yeah, I think it’s a deliberate design for us to be blind when it comes to ourselves. How else would we learn? I love having clear-headed friends. They’re great when I feel like I’m wandering in thick mud, cuz they can stand above me and cheer me on and say, “You’re almost there, just like 5 more feet and you’re out of the mud! Go left a bit!”
Jordan – HAHA, get their eyes poked out! Priceless! What’s scary is that I didn’t have a problem with my breast size until ONE person felt that I was flat. (I’m a 34D.) The power we give our significant others to alter our lives is very unsettling. How do we know that someone will use care in exercising their power over us? I guess that’s when choosing carefully with your eyes open plays an important part. You’d have to be able to accurately judge someone’s character in as short a time as possible. Preferably before getting attached, cuz I tend to give way too much to someone I’m in love with. Actually, I give way too much, period. As for the texture of fake boobs, I can’t say I know from personal experience how they feel. I’ve only felt up natural breasts…i.e., mine. I think implants get unnaturally hard when the girl doesn’t take care of them and then scar tissue forms inside that hardens everything.
Shari – Nice to meet you! You make a good point that a lot of people who are choosing to go thru radical elective surgery just for the elusive “beauty” don’t know what they’re getting into. It was because I know that the risks outweigh the benefits, that I chose not to do this. (That and there was this tiny little voice in the back of my head screaming, “There’s nothing wrong with you for you to make a permanent, potentially dangerous change on one person’s opinion!”) Thanks for the links. Hopefully, women who are on the fence will make more informed decisions.
I don’t have augmented boobies, but I have a couple friends that do. One friend in particular is a pediatric neurosurgeon @ Yale.. I’d meet up with her for lunch here and there over the years .. well all of a sudden her hugs felt a little different and she LOOKED a little different… she told me she got implants. I was like.. whoa, let me touch ’em.. these are like ROCKS sisterfriend. They didn’t move either.. she could totally jog down the street like she had duct tape around her.. they so did’nt move. She was like a 32a and made herself a 34c. I didn’t notice at first because hell, we lived in the corner of NY/CT.. it was COLD.. she said she didn’t tell me because one time at lunch I had made fun of some chick who was about 99 lbs and with fake boobies that were, seriously, 44D. Now THAT is ridiculous.. I explained to her that I understand why she did.. she was like a 10 yr old girl up top.. that’s different, also she didn’t do it for a man. So then I punched her for even thinking that I would be upset.
I’m generally okay with people who augment (nonexistent) boobs to even out their proportions to their own satisfaction. But if you’re fine the way you are, and you’re not “fixing” something that nature or humanity may have screwed up, then you’re just doing it for pure vanity.
[…] Ptthh. I just found it. Turns out it IS in my own blog, AND in my comment section here where I responded to something Jordan wrote. And right after I wrote this whole entry, too. […]
What an awesome post! I think it’s great Mr. W was so honest with you and is so pleased with your body. It makes me really glad you didn’t get a boob job. I don’t think I would ever get one FOR someone else, maybe for my own self-esteem. But I’m pretty happy with my bra size and how they look in a push-up. Now, my jean size is a different story.
I kinda feel like I did the bait-and-switch. When he was complimentary about my body, I was a 34D. Now that we’re married, I shrunk. haha! Well, I guess it’s better than the other way around body-wise…
I think you look GREAT! I definitely don’t have the nice curves you have and can’t pull off those low-cut outfits the way you do. I’m trying to be happy with my other assets…
I “try” to be happy with my curves but it seems to come with the territory of being completely grossed out by the dimples on my thighs. I do not mind my size so much (8/10) but when I put on a bathing suit I want to just wear a big robe and cover myself up from the waist down! ugh, makes me sick!