Can your boobs grow after WLS?
You know the room. Mirrors on all sides, sometimes you can see someone's feet under the glass wall. Almost always there is space above and you can hear the Muzac playing. Celine Dion is crooning out a high pitched love song, and I am playing Harry Houdini trying to find out my new bra size.
Sure, YES I DID, let the sales clerk measure me. She cracked on the measuring tape and determined I was a 40DDD. Frankly I am a little worried I am going to be a 6:00 o'clock OMG NEWS when the medics come scrape me out of this now stuck contraption. "Hello this is Marry never had a bulge, reporting to you from Lane Briant. Woman stuck in a bra that is too small...we will have a full report back to you at 6:30." Mary's eyes twinkle as she dreams if this story going national. Surely DMZ will want it?
I was so excited when she said 40--turns out it was 44. Then there is the DDD--Are the twins growing after WLS? These girls have been through a lot through this process of WLS. The last minute mammogram before surgery, the time in the hospital without support--I had an open surgery hence no bra. Since the surgery (2 1/2 years) they get placed in the bra daily then wretched down like a load on a long haul truck with my Spanks shirt.
Now I am here in this room, severely doubting myself, why did I listen to the clerk.
I slodge back into my "old bra" my old faithful bra who spring a leak (under wire broke and poked me in the left breast for 2 days until I got to this place for help~), and I go get some other choices--with a larger waist ban--and several cup size choices.
The woman looks irritated, she informs me she would have been happy to get me different sixes. Apparently, I was to yell through out the store that my breasts were fighting for their lives and would she please get me another size--NOT HAPPENING!
I bought the 44DDD--mistake! Now as I put on the Spanks shirt the cups show wrinkles--because they are too big.
Oprah has let me down. I have done all she has said regarding my breasts. I've had them mammogram, I've had them measured for bra sizes . . . Did I just blame Oprah for my new bras that do not fit well?
Guess I did. Truth is, I am growing weary of everything needing to go into shape wear. Today is Sunday, I take a break from all that nonsense on the Lord's day. After all he has seen me naked, and he's not surprised by a few bulges here and there.
Post-Note:
I bought 3 colors, and the black one just pops loose. Yest pops loose. I was taking a walk in my new bra, and the right twin started jogging--but I was walking!
Turns out there is a hook in the back for each side, and it just unhooks as I am moving.
Isn't that special!
Sure, YES I DID, let the sales clerk measure me. She cracked on the measuring tape and determined I was a 40DDD. Frankly I am a little worried I am going to be a 6:00 o'clock OMG NEWS when the medics come scrape me out of this now stuck contraption. "Hello this is Marry never had a bulge, reporting to you from Lane Briant. Woman stuck in a bra that is too small...we will have a full report back to you at 6:30." Mary's eyes twinkle as she dreams if this story going national. Surely DMZ will want it?
I was so excited when she said 40--turns out it was 44. Then there is the DDD--Are the twins growing after WLS? These girls have been through a lot through this process of WLS. The last minute mammogram before surgery, the time in the hospital without support--I had an open surgery hence no bra. Since the surgery (2 1/2 years) they get placed in the bra daily then wretched down like a load on a long haul truck with my Spanks shirt.
Now I am here in this room, severely doubting myself, why did I listen to the clerk.
I slodge back into my "old bra" my old faithful bra who spring a leak (under wire broke and poked me in the left breast for 2 days until I got to this place for help~), and I go get some other choices--with a larger waist ban--and several cup size choices.
The woman looks irritated, she informs me she would have been happy to get me different sixes. Apparently, I was to yell through out the store that my breasts were fighting for their lives and would she please get me another size--NOT HAPPENING!
I bought the 44DDD--mistake! Now as I put on the Spanks shirt the cups show wrinkles--because they are too big.
Oprah has let me down. I have done all she has said regarding my breasts. I've had them mammogram, I've had them measured for bra sizes . . . Did I just blame Oprah for my new bras that do not fit well?
Guess I did. Truth is, I am growing weary of everything needing to go into shape wear. Today is Sunday, I take a break from all that nonsense on the Lord's day. After all he has seen me naked, and he's not surprised by a few bulges here and there.
Post-Note:
I bought 3 colors, and the black one just pops loose. Yest pops loose. I was taking a walk in my new bra, and the right twin started jogging--but I was walking!
Turns out there is a hook in the back for each side, and it just unhooks as I am moving.
Isn't that special!
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