A few weeks back I was watching “The year of the dog” a documentary about Dog the bounty hunter. It was very interesting to watch. In the documentary they showed a little bit of a South Park episode with Cartman impersonating Dog as ‘Cartman the hallway monitor’. My jaw almost dropped to the ground when I saw the South Park version of Beth Chapman. Her ‘blessings’ as Dog called it, were enormous, so enormous that in fact you couldn’t see her face. I was shocked… But what surprised me was Beth’s reaction to it. She said that if you’ve got it, you got to flaunt it. I really admired her for her reaction.

I remember that when I had a big chest I didn’t see it as a blessing at all, more like a curse. It was painful for my back, shoulders and neck and I felt embarrassed by it. I got a lot of unwanted attention from guys and I even got called a slut numerous times by other girls. This was very hurtful, because having a big chest doesn’t automatically mean that you are a slut. I wasn’t into guys at all, because I was so focussed on playing waterpolo.

When I got a whiplash at the age of 15 the pain in my neck and shoulders increased and I started to see a female physio therapist. I really liked my therapist because we both loved to play waterpolo and she even came to the swimming pool to make up an exercise program for me. She noticed how embarrassed I felt about my chest and she was the first person I told how I really felt about it. She suggested a breast reduction, something that I didn’t even knew was possible. I had heard many times about breast enlargement, but it had never crossed my mind that it was possible to reduce them.

When I was 16 I finally had enough courage to talk to my doctor about it. His reaction still makes me angry just thinking about it. He wanted to send me to a shrink because he thought I had problems accepting myself and even said that if he ‘allowed’ me to go through with it, I would want to have plastic surgery again to change something else. He said it would be a never ending story while all I had to do was learn to accept myself. It was like getting slapped in my face but than ten times worse.

It didn’t stop me though. I knew that by law if I requested a consult with the plastic surgeon he had to refer me. So I told him I would not leave his office without the referral letter. To say that his referral letter was negative is an understatement. It was very hurtful to read that he thought I was an unstable teenager who could benefit more from mental treatment than from a breast reduction.

Fortunately for me the plastic surgeon thought otherwise and put me straight on the waiting list. I did not even had to see the insurance doctor (which is usually needed to get approval for the surgery) because according to the plastic surgeon it was medically needed. When I was 17 I finally had the surgery. I went into the OR with a smile on my face. It was one of the best decisions of my life.

Now I have a beautiful C-cup, I actually wanted to go to a B-cup but according to the surgeon it wouldn’t look natural. I am so grateful for the surgery. I finally got rid of the pain in my back, shoulders and neck, I could exercise again without pain, the unwanted attention stopped, girls stopped calling me a slut, etc. Life just got so much better for me.

I would never want to go back to being blessed with a big chest, but I have to admit that I admire Beth. If you’ve got it; flaunt it!

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