hello gorgeous human.

i trust all is well with you.

i'm coming to you, three weeks post-op from my explant surgery.

in case you don't follow me on the socials, i had my explant surgery on august 9th.
for more on my process with all of that, you can read my previous blog post here.

i feel amazing. i look beautiful. and so much has changed in three short weeks.

my health is better than ever. the biggest noticeable change so far has been how deep i can breathe. the change was immediate. i had no idea in all my daily HIIT training that my breath literally could not get past my implants. i would take large gasps of air in-between our exercises and i just assumed i was tired and working hard because it was never enough.

it was only 3 hours post surgery i felt the oxygen literally go to my belly.
life-changing to say the least.

there is no doubt my strict exercise and diet regimen leading up to the surgery has played a huge part in my quick recovery, not to mention my body not having to ...

the year was 1996.
i was 18. fresh outta high school.
engaged to my soulmate.
and big boobs were in.

we all wanted to be in that red, lifeguard bathing suit, blonde hair, hourglass figure…and the boobs.
we love you pamela…and i’m sure borat still does too.

unfortunately for me, i got the short end of the genetics boob stick. 🙄
not only were my boobs “too small”, but the girls’ nipples acted more like turning signals than headlights.

mix all that with a fat dose of massive insecurity and perfectionism,
and i was a prime candidate for implants.

now i was a pastor’s kid at the time, and so the level of enhancement had to be in moderation, not too terribly noticeable, and just enough for the girls to boldly claim their new “highlights” status.

in february of 1997, a month before my 19th birthday and two months before my wedding, my breasts were enhanced to support my low self-esteem and soothe my anxious mind getting naked in front of my soon to be husband.

they were nice and fun…until the...

Yesterday was a really big day for me.

Upon first glance, it may not seem like much…but when you hear about my history with physical health, perhaps it will sink in.

Growing up, I observed my family unit pour every bit of themselves into their spiritual leadership of people’s lives.

Physical health was the last priority for all of us. I observed and participated in “on again/off again” dieting, extreme health goals that made failure a guarantee, “weight loss” celebrations from long-extended water only fasting, purchasing of indoor/outdoor equipment that was used a handful of times and then neglected, and the list goes on.

Many things contributed to my physical health becoming a priority.

The biggest one was my personal experience with my body aging…more aches and pains started to occur, digestive issues arose, deep skin wrinkles started to appear, and the overall healing process of a random injury had increased coupled with observing my parents and their rapidly declining health...