Boosting Your Confidence With Breast Enlargement

The first thing people noticed about me after I had breast enlargement surgery wasn’t my newchest size, but my new found confidence. This may sound slightly cheesy, but for many women like me, having a small chest size can really affect your self-esteem.

My pubescent teenage years were a real nightmare. All my friends were quickly blossoming into beautiful women, talking about bra sizes and comparing breast sizes, while I was left in limbo land, waiting for my turn to join the adult world. Sadly for me, my turn never came and I was left flat chested and depressed way after my pubescent journey ended.


“It wasn’t fair,” I shouted, as I watched my mum and sister come home from the shops with bags of beautiful bras I would never be able to get in to. “You’re just a late developer, your time will come soon love,” said my mum sympathetically. But it didn’t come. I waited and I waited. While most women my age were shopping for bikinis and enjoying their summer holidays by the pool, I would always decline and hide away at home. I just didn’t feel confident lounging by the pool in a swim suit that revealed my small chest. You see, I never wanted to have ginormous breast enlargements, like the glamour models in the men’s magazines and page three, I just wanted to live life like an ordinary woman and feel feminine. Sometimes, I would look at myself in the mirror and just cry. In front of me wasn’t a happy confident woman; instead was a depressed, unwomanly replacement with a young boy’s figure. Was it so wrong to want a pair of breasts that looked in proportion to the rest of my body?

After speaking openly with my mum, I made the best decision of my life and booked myself in a highly recommended cosmetic surgery practice. Here, I spoke with a qualified surgeon, who put me completely at ease. I was measured as having ‘A’size breasts, which was far too small for my frame. My chest looked similar to pectorals rather than actual bosoms and with the medical advice of a qualified surgeon, I was recommended to go to a reasonable ‘C’ cup that wouldn’t look out of place against the rest of my frame.
After the operation had finished I spent the next few months following the aftercare advice of the surgeons, being careful not to rush myself back to health. When the day came when I could buy a ‘C’ cup bra, I couldn’t believe the person looking back at me in the mirror. Turning to my mum and sister, they began to cry with emotion as I beamed back at them wearing my new bra. “Can you notice anything differently?” I asked. “Your self-esteem love,” replied my mum. And you know what, she was right. Getting a breast enlargement operation was the easy part, learning to walk with my new found confidence and to embrace the new confident woman I have become is a lot harder. But you know what? I think I’m going to get used to it.
Jo Lewis