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There are days in every lifetime that a person can look back upon and see that they changed from that moment on. Yesterday was one of those days for me. It may sound trivial to some, but yesterday was the day that I got breast augmentation. It was the fulfillment of a dream that has been in my head for as long as I can remember. As a child, I placed Dolly Parton high up on my list of people to be admired and she has always stayed there. There were other factors involved, though.

First and foremost, I had to have a major surgery at the tender age of barely thirteen which left me in a body cast during this important developmental year. It was much the same theory as the Chinese women who bind their feet so that they remain delicately small, only mine was not by choice. My breasts were affected, though, by this casting and binding. Although I am from a family of large busted women, I remained the "little one".

Secondly, there was teasing all through middle and high school about how itty bitty my you know what's were. This teasing even extended into adulthood, when those sorts of things usually come to a close and you begin to feel comfortable about who you are. It was more good natured teasing by this point, but that didn't make me feel any less inadequate. Even though I knew that I had exited my ugly duckling stage and matured to be a beautiful woman, there was always that one thing that made me feel less than that.

There were also regular everyday problems, such as getting clothes to fit properly. By the way that I am proportioned everywhere else, it is almost like you could see that I would have worn larger breasts more comfortably. I am relatively thin and fit, but curvy nonetheless. I could definitely carry off those top curves that I wanted so badly. With much thought and the support of my wonderful husband, I decided to just go for it and go for it all the way.

I was not even fitting into an "A" cup bra as of yesterday morning and today, here I sit, as a full "D" cup. I almost backed out at the end, thinking of all the possibilities that something could go wrong. I didn't though, and there I went, under the knife, all for a bit more beauty and a world more self-confidence. The doctor that I used couldn't have made me feel more at ease and his staff treated me like I was royalty. I recall very little about being there after the first little while, but I do remember that pampering. When I woke up, I was pampered a bit more and then my husband brought me home,

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