Once upon a time, one of my coworkers had a vision board. On it were several items like a white convertible BMW, a good job (which she currently had,) and boob job. She was a lovely girl with a wonderful personality, but a very flat chest. So she saved up and figured out she could use her FSA account to actually pay for a large portion of her surgery. She spent hours - many of them at work - checking out before and after photos online and selecting exactly the pair she wanted.
She had the surgery and came back, all bandaged up and a little sore. But she was so happy with her outcome. Since she'd had an odd upbringing and never had any boobs to speak of, her fellow female (all well-endowed) employees had to teach her about selecting bras, washing bras, and many similar topics. We also had a lot of fun shopping for her and gifting her with pretty, frilly new brassieres. She loved it and so did we.
Then her bandages came off. Since she'd never had boobs to speak of, her new chest felt like someone else's body. She had no shyness about letting other ladies feel her new breasts. It seemed odd to me but my experience was different so I wasn't in a position to judge. Perhaps because I'm also older and brought up much more conservatively, I never did take her up on her offer to touch her new implants. But I've seen similar scenes in movies, on TV and heard about such things in real life too so I wasn't surprised.
It's great that women can do something like this to enhance their self-image (discussions on why outer beauty makes us feel better about ourselves can wait for another day) and I'm happy to see the smiles on my friend's face. Just don't ask me to touch, please. It's not my thing.
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