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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