My Journey Through Breast Reduction Surgery

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Hello, I’m Elena. About three years ago, I underwent breast reduction surgery. My once huge breasts today are perfectly sized.

Many people are still surprised that I chose to reduce my breasts. It’s like having curly hair: people always want to go straight for some reason. My breasts started growing when I was 12, and by the time I was 15–16, I had a saggy 44 size, which I constantly tried to fit into bras. My bras had straps that left marks on my shoulders. I wore them almost every day from age 12 to 37. I had back pain and unbearable migraines. During lockdown, when I didn’t wear a bra for seven weeks, my pain disappeared. Once I put it back on, the pain returned.

I’ve dreamed of breast reduction surgery since I was 18. It was hard for me to accept my body, which always felt too mature and too robust for me. During the pandemic, I thought I finally accepted myself and my large, uncomfortable breasts. I was going to live with having to wear oversized clothes, not running, and never play tennis. I could swim only when alone and in the dark because finding swimsuits and underwear was always difficult and expensive. My breasts were always the center of attention, making me feel plump.

For me, the turning point came when a friend of mine underwent the same surgery. After discussing it with her, I decided to go for it. I understood how badly I was frustrated with the constant discomfort and how strange my body felt to me as if it wasn’t mine.

The surgery

I consulted several doctors, but Otari Teimurazovich was the most empathetic. I felt like a person, not just a patient. He also is my friend’s husband, which added a comforting element.

At our first meeting, we discussed key points:

• I wouldn’t be able to breastfeed after the surgery. Some reduction surgeries preserve lactation, but my measurements required a different technique.
• I wanted most petite breasts, but the doctor advised that a 36 would be more proportionate.
• I needed to maintain a stable weight.

I felt ready and excited to start. The surgery was scheduled. On the day, I fasted as required. The operation took about four hours. I set up a WhatsApp group with close friends and family, appointing someone as a contact person to inform the rest. When the surgery was over, the hospital contacted them to let them know it was done.

Recovery from anesthesia is different for everyone. For me, it was relatively easy, as I’ve had general anesthesia before. About two hours after the surgery, I was able to drink, eat, and text. And I instantly felt relief in my back and shoulders. I spent the night at the hospital, but I didn’t sleep: I was too excited about my new body.

The next day, I was home.

Rehabilitation

Recovery is a personal experience. Some people bounce back quickly, while others take longer. In general, recovery from breast reduction is considered easier than from implantation.

What seems to be rarely discussed are the mood swings during the process. I came across a few stories from different international bloggers addressing it. Initially, I was concerned I was falling back into depression, but these emotional fluctuations subsided after a couple of weeks.

One month post-surgery, the results were promising. But the scars became nearly unnoticeable in half a year.

First days after the procedure, white pads soaked in heparin are placed on the nipples to ensure proper healing. You can google ‘nipple graft healing’ to learn more about the process. Of course, it’s enlightening to see others’ healing journeys and their joyful outcomes.

In retrospect, I should have taken it easy post-surgery. If you have the chance to take a week off, do it. Accept help from others. Don’t try to clear snow off your car by yourself. In short, prioritize self-care. My son was very understanding; I showed him the stitches and explained that he needed to be gentle with me. He understood that I couldn’t lift him, and I was thankful for it.

I wore compression bras for a month, and having two different styles proved very convenient, preventing any irritation.

The nipples were the last to heal, but they eventually did. Initially, I visited Dr. Otari’s clinic every three days, then once a week.

The only question I ask myself is why I didn’t do this sooner. Now, I take such pleasure in looking at myself. It’s a joy to see how well clothes fit me. And bras? What even are those?

Of course, I was scared in the beginning. But the outcome was worth it. I’ve finally become the Leah I’ve always wanted to be: athletic, slender, and ready to climb Everest any day. Today, I’m living up to my expectations: a life free from pain and discomfort.

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