My 13-year-old pup, Ella, didn’t seem to mind 85 degrees and 99 percent humidity as we walked jauntily along in July 2023. As she paused to sniff something in the deep grass, I plunged my hand down my shirt to gently pat the sore, itchy spot in my cleavage, rubbed raw by a heat rash. Then I used my shirt to sop up the pooling sweat under my breasts. Just another summer day of itchy, sweaty boobs.
As far back as I can remember, I've had huge breasts. The boys took keen notice, as did friends’ fathers and a few teachers, too. As difficult as it is to carry around large breasts at a young age, the stigma that comes with it can be even worse. I never thought about reducing them, but I did hide them by buying large shirts and sweaters in the men’s department.
In my late teens, I wore minimizer underwire bras, size 36DDD (also known as an F or G). During the pandemic, when wearing a bra seemed like a moot point, I discovered pull-over bras with no poking underwire as well as comfortable bras for sleep.
I couldn’t go braless, as that meant sweating under my breasts, getting rashes and looking like I was carrying around two pendulous sacks, inching almost to my waist. I didn’t feel sexy, and I felt older than my years.
My husband never minded and always made me feel good about myself. But that day with the dog, amid the heat, sweat and heaviness of it all, I decided enough was enough. It hit me that I could have breast reduction surgery! I was 60 years old and I refused to feel this way anymore.
I put a post on social media looking for friends who had breast reduction surgery over the age of 60. Within an hour I had eight responses. As I spoke with each one, the same sentiments came up. They wish they had done it sooner and it was one of the best decisions they ever made. No one expressed regret or remorse.