JOB DONE!
WELL blow me down with a mother f*****g feather! If you think a breast enlargement takes (girl) balls try getting them removed. Seriously this is NOT for the faint hearted!
PERSPECTIVE
As I type, it is March 2019 and a very different world we’re living in compared to 2002 when I had my first Breast Enlargement. Social Media now dominates the world and where I once thought that superficial was trending, I am slowly seeing and believing that there is a shift happening in people’s psyches. I don’t know whether this is down to my current mindset, the people I follow or if it’s a ‘thing’ (I do actually think it’s a thing) From my perspective *perspective is EVERYTHING*, people are starting to take accountability for themselves and are becoming more conscious that health and well-being is paramount to a long and fruitful life. People are choosing health over quick fix fake, false economic options, hence the title of my previous blog “Health is the new FAKE”
Subsequently and currently this far in, I am liking 2019, although I have to say I have only just re-discovered my mojo. I really have had an emotional battering and I have been singing the blues and not just because of gloomy January!
A wise woman once said (Lucy Moon — my big sister) “Suffering without catharsis is wasted pain” so here I am cathartically writing about some pains I have grown through, physiologically, psychologically, physically and spiritually. Even though I’ve always enjoyed writing, I never thought I’d really get into blogging, yet here I am, really quite enjoying this blogging malarkey or blagging as my mate jeered (cheers Em!)
GROWTH
Whilst my kahunas have shrunk, I have grown — metaphorically speaking that is, although I am deffo eating more cake this year ffs!!
WHAT a roller-coaster this breast explant journey has been, I mean seriously; the wealth of emotions I have endured this last 6 months in particular has been exhaustingly empowering. Upon reflection, I feel that the last 8 weeks I have especially gone through yet another ‘growth spurt’ and quite probably the most profound one thus far in my human existence! As a direct result of all the introspecting I did throughout 2018 I absolutely know a metaphorical growth spurt when I feel one!
Never did I ever envisage that I would be starting 2019 in a B/C cup bra with strawberry blonde hair and blogging about it! Both my big boobs and my ice blonde hair by design became my trademark; and yet here I am feeling and looking very different; although, I must point out, that the most apparent difference isn’t to my physical, it 100% is to my mindset shift. Literally overnight my physical changed and in turn so has my outlook and last, but by no means least my health and wellbeing improvements are plentiful.
Knowledge IS POWER
GRANTED, I look VERY different and sometimes when I catch myself in the mirror in the buff it takes me aback (currently avoiding), But omg my health has vastly improved. True to form I’ve delved deeper into breast implant toxicity and the affects breast implants have on the human body systemically is well and truly mind blowing. As there isn’t any current ‘official scientific’ evidence to prove the affect breast implants have on the body **cough cough** (we know why) I have read papers from a number of scientists with a PhD in bioscience; whom of which have done years of extensive research into the compounds that make up breast implants and the impact they have on the human body and although each scientist has a different modus operandi the trend in their ideologies is this; Breast implants come with a hefty price tag physiologically speaking and silicone breast implants are cyto-toxic, neuro-toxic and carcinogenic in chemical make-up which in turn means that they are highly inflammatory to our tissues, organs and glands. Sad to type, even worse to read and worse still if you’re someone resonating with these words whilst walking around with augmented silicone breasts.
Dr. Arthur Brawer is a rheumatologist and silicone toxicity expert with over 20 years of experience and research on women with breast implants, his findings are worrying and enlightening in equal measure. Dr. Brawer can easily be googled for those needing to differentiate between opinion and fact; you see the two dear readers are not the same!
8 weeks post breast explantation surgery
The most phenomenal changes have occurred to both my Mother (THE Duchess) and I. I won’t go into detail regarding my mother’s healing journey but I will share the following as it has been extremely interesting to my family and I, as well as healthcare professionals.
I was diagnosed with asthma as a kid and up until this point, I have declared myself as an asthma sufferer, although I am now questioning this daily. Over the last 5 years my breathing had significantly worsened as had my Mother’s, I mentioned the air thirst we suffered with in my last blog, to cut a long story short, in the main, it was inflammation that we were suffering with. The inflammation was so great in our bodies that our diaphragm’s were sitting too high causing restriction, we both HAD powerfully strong steroid inhalers, you see the eye opening thing about this is firstly since explantation neither of us have used or needed or wanted these inhalers! I have also over the last three years been prescribed steroids on at least 4 separate occasions, scary huh? I thought so too. As a family we are all now confident that it wasn’t asthma we were suffering with, it was inflammation at his best flaring up and responding well to the steroids in our inhaler’s. Our bodies are so grateful to have our implants removed, that from the moment that they were ‘en bloc explanted’ we could both breathe deeply and long may it continue. I am grateful daily for this. In fact when I realized I was able to breathe deeply, I cried for about half an hour, as I knew if I felt like I could breathe easier, I knew for sure the Duchess would too! The relief was overwhelming.
My breathing improvements have been the most life changing to me so far, although by the day I am noticing more and more improvements, my eyes are brighter and don’t feel so dry and irritated, my incessant, relentless back pain is a thing of the past, I no longer get pins in needles in arms, hands and legs, the persistent tinnitus has stopped, dull chest pain has vanished and finally, I feel in control of what has felt like a complete mystery for years.
It really has been a journey and ultimately a great one and from a physical perspective I have really enjoyed my healing and health improvements, however, psychologically it has been a real tough 8 weeks *cue the violins*
THE BLUES
It really is a roller-coaster of emotions that you go through, especially when the whole of my adult life I have only known perfectly augmented boobs. On some days I have fought the low points by focusing on my naturopathic belief system and then on others days I’ve full on felt ‘the blues’; howevs, my core belief system has this ‘knowing’ that things will always work themselves out, I also wholly believe that the true definition of sacrifice is releasing something of a lower nature (breast implants) to make room for something of a higher nature (HEALTH); in laymen’s terms it means choosing to let go of something that we want, to make room for something we want even more!*cue the health improvements*
PRESENT JODY
My present me, wants to thank my past me in abundance for making my present and future me feel more connected to myself than I can ever remember feeling < that FYI is a little self-help idiosyncratic technique I use daily; out loud or in text rather, it sounds insane haha.. However your future self will thank both you and me if you use it I promise! I use this when I have housework to do and can’t be bothered, as soon as I start making excuses I use the above practice.. Thank me later!
I’ll be back soon for another update but for now I’ll conclude with the FACT that I really am so glad I found the courage to go ahead with removing the breasts which once made me so happy, although I have days where I miss the look of them nothing has been more empowering to me to date than reclaiming my health and helping others on their journey to take stock and accountability of their health and wellbeing.
