So, one of my reader’s posed this title to me. I asked a little more about the reasons why to try to gain some sort of insight. The response led to a discussion regarding a recent documentary on Hugh Hefner and his life’s work above and beyond Playboy Enterprises. Well, I’m not going to write copy for this title without seeing the documentary. So, I set out to locate it and consume it.
Final note: It was good and extremely interesting. I never realized how much energy Hefner spent on women’s issues. Whether we can all agree on his views or actions, is not really relevant to me. Yet, more importantly, it was a great reminder that the blog title is extremely apropos concerning my sentiments, although I never really ever thought about posing nude for any camera. I watched the film intensely, watching the women surrounding Hefner, a few were common looking friend-types and an occasional polished professional woman would grace the camera reels. But far and wide, the mass example of estrogen-filled humans in the video were the young equipped with charismatic smiles, tiny outfits and tits, tits and more tits. Personally, I enjoyed seeing more of the historical reels showing the nearly extinct natural breast over the more common implant representation of today. I mention not as a judgement call . To each his own. It is actually being an older girl who always had an ample bust, but never quite felt comfortable with how the twins were more congenital versus identical. And how lovely a saline-filled rack sure looked so symmetrical and balanced, not to mention the lovely higher profile.
Again, as long as I can recall. And I know many of my oldest friends would absolutely remember and agree, that I have obsessed over the shape, the droop and the differences in each of my breasts for decades. The daily reminder made so obvious when standing nude in front of a mirror post-morning shower, the only frame, by the way, I wish to see my girls in the nude, please. Also, a final blow when my ex left, mentioning my breasts needing a “bit of a lift.” Oh, thanks dear and why did I file for divorce again? Oh, yea.
This ex comment led to my long awaited appointment with a pioneer and very well-known plastic surgeon in Florida who helps breast cancer patients with obtaining natural breast reconstruction by using each patient’s own fat to graph fat tissue pockets to the chest wall and voila, new, natural-looking girls. He’s a lovely surgeon, man, confidence booster to the countless women he has helped over the years. His before and after catalog of pictures are truly amazing. I have to say standing nude while he photographed me, these are medical photograph’s, not for any titillating (-couldn’t resist the word-) entertainment, Dr. Khouri inquired, “Why do you want the procedure?” After I went through my story, which then led to my feeling so ridiculous since I have my own boobies that appear to be cancer-free, he lifted his photographer eye and smiled saying, “You have cute breasts.”
Cute? Wow! Who knew? And although not really cute breasts. Not young and perky tatas, but actually just fine lungs. I think I’ll keep them around for a little longer. But, I realistically know for certain, Mr. Hefner would have never sought out to find cute headlights, he appeared to be looking for mammaries of the most unusual kinds. Never confuse cute with pretty. So for my one fun reader, how was that?
Throw out and suggest some titles for me and I’ll see what kind of “Go-Girl” chat I can create. And, by the way, if my blog ever ends up creating my career of writing and speaking on women’s issues, I will have the Miami Breast Center lift my tired girls with my first $10K and I will try to find a way to “gift” someone who has lost their own, a chance at having Dr. Khouri to work his magic on a fellow girlie struggling to recover from Cancer. This is my promise.
http://www.miamibreastcenter.com
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Too true how someone can make one comment that would send you to seriously think of having work done on your tatas! A few years back, my best friend was in a relationship that was not at all good for her, and what do you know, she was considering having breast implants because “he liked girls with nice breasts.” Luckily, I convinced her to wait a year, and told her that if she still felt the same way, I would give her my blessing. Needless to say, she still has her own breasts, and of course, the jerk is nowhere to be found! 🙂
I love this story, Jeanne! Great advise to a dear friend- often there’s never any hurry regarding these things.
Brava brave happyhayes! excellent job well done, your gentle reader is just glad to have shared the documentary with you. I never knew that old hef was such a proponent of equality for races, religions, tolerance. and this was all authentic stuff, before his life turned to living the life of the playboy.
and given his empire, who wouldn’t have? of all the men i have ever known if they were in his shoes at that same age he was, they would have been altered forever. what better immortality secret serum for a man but young women. i hate to sound jaded, if that makes me jaded, but there it is.
as to body parts, i love being healthily me. i feel so blessed and lucky so far (knock wood), i have few friends who have had surgeries for medical reasons and many friends who have had surgeries for aesthetic reasons. most of these women were young and sag free but wanted volume. but i am one of those girls who says i like all my own bits. i don’t even have pierced ears. so as long as i can i am living alone inside of me. i agree with your good doctor as to breast beauty. as to the word “cute” remember he has the obligation to not offend. who knows what his ideal word would have been.
mother nature is equally cruel to both sexes when it comes to sag. a woman’s is just more obvious. many men go to physicians for a lift. they just don’t talk about it. and i don’t blame them! 🙂
happy trails girl!
Happy, celebrate imperfection! I sure do. My girls have never been abundant nor have they quite returned to pre-pregnancy(ies) position, but the battle scars they carry from skin cancer to lumpectomy are worn with an awareness that I am strong and I will endure. So will you! Love you, girl 🙂
PS: and what an odd suggestion for a title from your reader. “…not pretty enough” – most definitely going for irony.
Your girls have obviously been with you through all sorts of “ups and downs.” Glad you have found yourself on the side of healthy. And am in awe that you gather strength in your symbolic battle scars when looking in the mirror-what a great inspiration to try to “let go” of the pesky voices that sometimes lurk within the mind. Your journey enriches me and reminds me some of the things we worry about are often so trivial when looking at life’s novel! You are one of those girls I admire and hope to mature into some day! Strong girl- what a beautiful thing! Thanks for commenting!
Julie, irony is just the tip of that iceberg! 🙂