Getting it off my Chest

I need to get something off my chest. And what better place than a blog?

Or maybe its more like clearing the air about my chest.

See, back when I started this blog, I didn't think about anyone actually reading it. And in my stream of consciousness, I wrote this. See that third line tossed in there as an aside? the Boobs thing? Geez, I can't believe the stir that caused. Emails. Phone calls. Comments. Funny!

Once and for all yes I had "breast augmentation." Really. I didn't realize it was such a big deal. And for those of you who haven't seen me since May 14, 2007 ("D" day - or more accurately "C" day), I am not the next generation of Dolly Parton. No, it was the opportunity to fix the ravages of breast-feeding twins plus add a little to the before-kids size that I never quite thought was big enough. And I did it for me. To feel better about me. I posted about it on my other blog, under Self-Indulgences. That's how I felt about it a year ago. Today I sing it loud and proud.

The funniest thing is I didn't say anything about the specifics when taking time off work - I just said it was for "girl stuff." And I wore clothes to try to "hide it" at first. Because I had some silly fear that they wouldn't take me seriously as a lawyer if I had bigger boobs. (HUH? Don't ask...) Anyway, I later discovered that the men in the office noticed in 30 seconds or less. I guess they are not as sweet and innocent as my cousin DF. (see comments) But fortunately, they were too wary of a lawsuit for harassment to say anything. Then how do I know? Bossman told a friend who told his brother who told me....twisted but true.

I am happy with the "new me." I don't regret doing it - I only regret that I didn't do it 10 years ago. And I don't ask for people to understand it if they can't. I have friends who think it was silly of me. And that's ok, because I didn't do it for them. I did it for me.