It’s taken me a while to write about this (my breast augmentation). 

I knew when I first started my blog, I wanted to write about it. But I just didn’t know when the right time was. 

Hear me out, when I first started my blog, I simultaneously started a new job. It’s not an ideal topic to talk about (getting a boob job) with the internet when you just started a new profession in the “corporate world.” 

When trying to be professional, it just wasn’t the right time. 

My biggest thing when I first started this blog was that I wanted to be real, honest and completely transparent in a very non-transparent and filtered world. 

I truly pride myself on those values and this was eating me up. However, I had to let time do its thing before I could share. Just know, I was never trying to hide anything. In fact, I mentioned my beast augmentation surgery briefly in this blog post. 

Three years later, I feel more comfortable than ever to share. 

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So here it is… at 19 years old (almost 20), after years of feeling insecure, I got a breast augmentation (AKA a boob job). 

I start puberty very late. I mean, I got my period at around 16 years old. After years and years of hoping and praying for my period, because I wanted boobs, I got it… and still didn’t get boobs. HA!

And when I say, I didn’t have boobs… I truly did not. I couldn’t even fit into an A cup. It was that bad (for me, who really wanted boobs). I was as flat as a board… literally. Bathing suits didn’t fit, searching for my prom dress was my biggest nightmare, and wearing a bra felt like I was a lie. 

So, in college I started wearing bralettes (bras have padding, bralettes do not). I was tired of hiding my biggest insecurity… but I also was kind of rebelling. During this time, I was also very skinny (suffering an eating disorder – read about it in this post). Wearing a bralette just only made me look skinnier and a lot younger.

If you can imagine me being 100 lbs, also not having any curves, and switching from a bra to a bralette… I looked like a little girl (a 10 year old).

The summer before my breast augmentation (the surgery had not been planned or discussed yet at this time) was when I was on the plan to recovery (from my eating disorder). I started getting healthy and gaining weight. 

I remember crying all of the time to my mom about how flat I was throughout the years, and she had always thought that they would grow. But at this point, I think she was starting to realize they weren’t. We could all see that after gaining weight and getting healthy again… while still not seeing any growth in my chest, it was time to get a Doctor’s perspective.

We decided to book a consultation. 

During the consultation, the doctor told us both that I was done growing. It was at that moment; my mom and I were on the same page.

I seriously only wanted an A cup from this whole thing, but after consulting back and forth with the Doctor, she advised me to at least get a B cup… if I’m going to go through with the whole procedure. My mom and I hesitantly agreed, but both assured the doctor we weren’t going any larger.

I’m seriously so thankful for my family’s support on this. I know it’s a little weird and uncomfortable to support your daughter’s breast augmentation (especially at 19 years old), but because of them I feel like myself. 

Because I know a lot of people will ask, I got 210 CCs on my left, and 190 CCs on my right. My boobs were disproportional (which is normal), but with also being flat, you could definitely tell on my body. Another reason why I felt very insecure.

Also, another Q I know I will get ask is – who was your surgeon? I’m so happy with my results and would love to share. I went to Dr. Sardo in La Jolla, California. She was so helpful and amazing. Here is her info.

I could not be happier with my boobs. It’s been almost 6 years since I had the procedure done and I love how natural they look. I love how I look like a woman, fit into clothes and how I feel confident in my body. Most importantly, I love that my boobs are still small. 

I really wanted to be transparent about my surgery. To be transparent, is a reminder for all of us, that we are not born perfect and I would be damned to pretend that I was.  

I think the more transparent we are, in this filtered world… comparison will happen less and less and loving ourselves will happen more and more.