What to Consider Before Getting Breast Implants

Big breasts are something that many women might wish that they had; the breast implant business is a booming one, with millions of women paying thousands of dollars per surgery. As a woman who has naturally 32 DD breasts, I can tell you that oversized breasts have oversized problems. Adding to the typical fashion and droop problems that come with the bazooms, implants have a variety of health problems associated with them. You may hate your bra size, but don't forget that the grass is always greener on the other side: you just don't know what you are getting into until you're there.

When I was a young woman in bloom, my mother always told me I would probably be "flat-chested" like my grandmother because I have almost all of my father's features. That was fine with me because I knew the problems my mother had with clothing choices. For a 5'2" woman to have to find shirts and dresses that fit her DD breasts, she had to hunt and hunt. Then she had to settle on something that wasn't as fashionable because it fit. I understood her frustrations because I saw them everyday. She would say, "You won't have to worry about this sagging problem."

Because of my experiences watching my mother having to face these problems, when large breasted girls in the seventh grade called me 'mosquito bites' I was never phased, thinking to myself, I know what you're going to have to deal with at thirty-five, and I'm fine the way I am. I even prayed to try to keep myself from growing any bigger. God must have heard my prayer and thought he'd play a big joke on me because by the time I was in the ninth grade, I was worrying about what I would look like at thirty-five.

Victoria's Secret has amazing lingerie. None of it fits me well. The only bras that actually fit me look like some kind of torture device. I might be able to walk into a Victoria's Secret and find something that fits me, but it won't be something that I actually want. Of the many options, I have a hard time in the stores finding even a C cup option, so a DD is almost impossible. I have to get a sales girl to find anything in my size. I mean, literally, anything. Victoria's Secret has plenty of beautiful stuff, but not for freakishly large breasts on tiny ribcages.

The two or three items that the sales girl might find, she has to stand outside the dressing rooms while I try on each item. Usually I have to reject it because my breasts are so heavy they pull the straps of the bra so that they cut into my skin. The cups are often not quite big enough or small enough causing me to either spill over or have loose fabric on the top which is almost like not wearing a bra at all.

When I do find a bra that actually lifts my breasts like a wonder bra, I get headaches because of the fight with gravity that my breasts get into. The straps cut into my skin, hindering blood flow and leaving ugly marks on my skin. This means that whenever I take off my one pretty brazier, I have pink stripes like a cartoon cat. The only way to relieve this problem is to buy one of those giant white bras that have padding on the straps. Those are anything but sexy, and they are usually only found in variety at stores like Wal-Mart that fail to provide the pretty bags and wrappings that you'll find at Victoria's Secret stores.

Once the underwear is settled upon (and I do mean settled), there is also the issue of clothing. Being 5'8, I have to find shirts that have sleeves long enough for my arms and chesty enough for my giant breasts. That means that I can forget wearing almost anything that looks good. I can go one of two routes: too big or too tight. If I go too big, I look like I weigh twenty pounds more than I am. The professional button down attire I'd like to wear forms a tent around me if I go up a size so as not to stretch fabric across my chest.

If I go with a button down that fits my body, it buckles and creates holes for people to see the ugly underwear that large breasted women are relegated to. If I wear a knit that doesn't button, I look like some freakish caricature of a fifties pinup. No one takes me seriously. This is not a look for the office, and in social situations, men and women pay more attention to the freakish breasts on my chest than they do any of the jokes that I might tell. Fashion for me is a constant choice between looking overweight or looking like a loose woman.

The Sag Factor: As I consider all of these clothing issues, I realize that the only way to avoid having breasts that visit my naval by the time I hit thirty-five is to have surgery. There are no exercises that can totally prevent this. I cannot wear pajamas without a bra. Literally, I am bound to the bra eighteen hours a day. Small breasts may also sag, but they will not sag to the middle of the body, and there are plenty of cute bras to perk up the situation.

Before you go to the plastic surgeon, remember that there are many possible medical complications that can occur if you get breast augmentation surgery. While the industry is working hard to make implants safe, there have been women who have died from this complications from this proceedure in the past, and there is always the risk of future unforeseen complications. Once you have considered all of this, if you still feel that your breasts are causing you to have serious depression issues, and you feel like the only way to deal with this is to get implants, don't get large implants. Go to your favorite store in a large sized bra filled with grapefruits and see what fits and how. If you aren't happy with the choices that your new body gives you, think about a small implant. Go up a cup size - not four. From my experiences, the best selections at Victoria's Secret are for 34 B sizes.