Modifications

One of the difficulties in planning for your perfect world is the problem of altering your mindset. A few of the items on my little list here fall into the category of, “things I would change”… yet it stands to reason that in My Perfect World, there would be no need for change, as those things would already have achieved their Platonic Ideal.

This would, of course, be quicker and less complicated… but would also leave me fewer things to write about. So, for the sake of the challenge goal, in My Perfect World, I will be undergoing Mammoplasty. (Of the reductive sort.)

Of course, there’s actually nothing stopping me in this world, either. It’s an expensive operation but I know that insurance often covers breast reduction. True, the surgeon must remove a certain amount of actual breast tissue - not just fat - before insurance will cover the costs… but I think I could squeak in under the wire on that one. (I’m not so large that one wonders how I can stand up, but they are big enough to be a flippin’ nuisance.)

The problem I see with this, however, is that even tho’ I’d love to sport the results of breast reduction, there’s not a danged thing actually wrong with my breasts. I don’t particularly like them but learning to deal with things you don’t like is part of growing up, right? And realistically, they’ve treated me well over the years. (Even if they do occasionally go rogue and dial phones or practice typing on keyboards…) They’ve remained healthy, despite the genetic tendencies that took my mom well before her time, and putting them through a Ronco Slice and Dice seems like a damn poor way to pay them back for that forbearance.

Mind you, I am NOT judging anyone who chooses surgery - and I completely understand the desire, believe me. If the non-invasive technique of screaming “GO AWAY!” at one’s breasts worked, I would have achieved boob nirvana years ago.

Maybe my perfect world should just feature Acceptance, instead…?

Nah…

Mammoplasty.