Here are some personal stories of women who have had breast implants.
Be warned, these stories are not pretty. They represent the ugly side of breast augmentation.
Here's an extract of Mary Monough, 'Erin' on the Waltons' story:
If I had been told by my doctor that after having implants I might break out in rashes, run fevers, and become sensitive to light, I never would have had implants. If I had been told I would have muscle pain, that I would be stiff, and have chronic fatigue, I never would have had implants. If my doctor had told me that I would wake up feeling like I was hit in the head with a frying pan, that I would have dry eyes, shooting pain in my ribs and chest, and my breasts would ache, I never would have had implants. If he had told me there was even the slightest chance that I might develop connective tissue disease or that I wouldn't be able to pick my daughter up or hold her close, believe me, I never would have made that choice.
I have met women who are really happy with their 'new breasts'. They like their new shape and feel it gives them a lot more confidence. Of course every person has the right to decide what they do with their bodies.
However, these stories illustrate that many women have serious, chronic health problems after having implants and they feel that they were never given all the facts about the potential dangers involved in the procedure.
While I restate my belief in the right of each person to decide what to do with their bodies, I don't every want anything I say or do to contribute to the pressure on any woman to conform to some artificial 'standard'.
Quite obviously, I love breasts. I think they are beautiful. Natural breasts that is. Please note that I didn't say "I love big breasts". I love breasts of all sizes. Sure a woman with big breasts might turn my head, but so will a woman with gentle curves. I have seeen a Playboy photo of Pamela Anderson before she mutilated her body. I think she was beautiful. I much prefer the way she was.
As a teenager at high school, I "fell in love" (at different times) with two girls. Both of them had virtually no breasts at all. But I still thought they were beautiful. Their small breasts were an essential part of their beauty.
Again, not long after I left school I was down at my favourite beach (Half Moon Bay) one afternoon. This was in the days when it was very common to see topless women on the beach in Melbourne. This was a particularly hot day and a lot of people were wading in the water. I was one of them. As I moved towards one end of the beach I noticed a topless woman standing in the water. Her breasts were smaller than mine but her nipples were very erect and very feminine. I thought she was very sexy.
I tell these stories to try to illustrate what goes on in at least one man's mind. You don't have to have huge breasts to be beautiful and attractive.
I would like to see all women love themselves just as they are. Just as I would like all men to do the same. Our bodies are too important to us not to love them.
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