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Whenever I brought up the subject of breast augmentation, I could hear my partner begin to grumble. She'd always been against it, opposed to it and happy to say no to it. Her point was that cosmetic surgery should be used for reconstruction, except in extreme cases. She couldn't see the point of trying to make one's self appear more attractive, primarily according to what OTHER people thought was attractive. As far as she was concerned, it was far more important that the individual themselves be concerned about their body image.

On the other hand, this was coming from someone who managed to attract the occasional stare of both genders whenever we went out. Her body was something that made her overly self-conscious as a teenager, due to its beauty in shape and form. However, by the time she left high school and started working, she soon got over it. And besides, she could deal with anyone's ogle if it ever got to be harassing.

I, on the other hand, didn't have the serious self-image issues she had as a teenager. And in some ways, that was the problem. I was always looking at ways of improving my appearance, like make up, clothes, new hairstyles, etc. It was like an unending metamorphosis. Unfortunately, the caterpillar kept coming out of the chrysalis instead of the butterfly, or so I thought. Then one day, after having done some research, I began shopping around for a doctor and/or clinic that could perform breast augmentation surgery. The sane ones basically said, that I wasn't ready. (The other ones just wanted my money.) I simply couldn't understand nor fathom why they said that to me. It sounded ridiculous. I was generally physically healthy, had the resources, and had a reliable partner that could help me as I recovered. It was then that I realized that I needed to deal with WHY I really wanted to get this done in the first place.

It had to be for me. It wasn't for anyone else, not even my partner. If she left me because of it, so be it. I wanted to do this for myself. Ultimately, this is what I told her. She was shocked at first. A few hours - and tears - later, she finally understood WHY I wanted to do this.

So it was after getting across this initial hurdle, that I finally went back and arranged another consultation. After that, it was to arrange the appointment for the procedure.

Since that time, I haven't looked back once at my decision with regret.
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