08/17/2026
This is hard to talk about, but Iām sharing it anyway.
In high school, I developed very large breasts and it made me deeply self-conscious. I was teased constantly. The kids at school called me āPatty Parton.ā They said, I must have bras as big as ābear traps.ā I held my books across my chest walking down the hallways just to hide myself. I remember performing on the dance team and hearing students shout ābrick houseā at me from the crowd. I was crying while I danced, humiliated in front of everyone.
I couldnāt change my body, but I did what I could by eating well, staying active, trying to feel some sense of control.
In my early forties, I had an abnormal breast biopsy. It came back negative no cancer, thankfully. But that scare led me to ask my breast surgeon what to do about my oversized, stretched breasts after three kids and years of breastfeeding. She recommended a lift and reduction. I went flat-chested after that surgery, which eventually led me to get implants two years later.
I was comfortable with them for years until I turned 63, seven years post-menopause. They kept growing. And I found myself right back where I started in high school: uncomfortable, self-conscious, trying to cover myself up.
Deciding to remove them wasnāt easy. I felt overwhelmed, unsure, frustrated and anxious.
What kept me moving forward was one truth: I needed to do this for my health. Thatās what it came down to. My health has to come first for me, just like I believe it should for my clients.
Because at the end of the day, what matters most is my health and with that, I have the ability to help others, my freedom, family and good friends.
Itās done now. I feel like I can breathe better. I feel lighter.
Iām healing, but thereās pain involved. With the pain comes more strength: both mentally and physically. I am very thankful, I made the right decision for myself.
