The Post Where I Talk About My Augmentation

Yep. You read it right. I've been thinking about it for a long while, and it has finally come to this. I never thought I'd be one of those gals who couldn't get confident about the way the good Lord made her. I've heard things like, I just want to enhance what I have, or Just a smidge bigger: nothing too noticeable or ridiculous, and I thought to myself, sure, sure, we all know you're just making excuses for your poor self body image.

But, honestly, now I get it. I really do. If this is what it takes to:

1. Make my shirts fit better

2. Make me feel more like a woman

and

3. Get rid of the excess fabric in my dresses

Then, yes! Why not?

My husband is behind me. My sister and mother are behind me, because they too, suffer bad DNA and genes in this department. We may go in as a trio actually. Get a punch card or something.

I'm not sure about the whole silicone thing, but oh well. It'll be worth it when my purse fits snugly, the way it's meant to.

Now all I have to do is find a doctor to do the procedure.
Turns out there's not a lot of call for shoulder implants. Who knew?

What? What'd you think I was talking about?

Oh, if only I had been an adult in the '80s. Perhaps shoulder pads will come back.