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About Me and My Breast Reduction
My name is Kitty Katherine Katt. My mother thought she was being clever. Ah my mother…a women who never weighed more than 125lbs and had perky B cup breasts. I on the other hand, wore a D cup in 8th grade. I had many nick names in Junior High and High School; Jugs, Tits, Big B and Aqualungs (remember that song?).
The girls were the worst, yelling out that I was wearing falsies. What did they want me to do, prove it to them? In Junior High I’d be walking down the hall trying to make it to my next class oblivious to the fact that a boy was running down the hall with his hand out to catch a feel.
By the time I got to High School the boys changed their tactics and hugged me instead. I would hide them the best I know how with big tops and sweaters. Because of this attention I hated my breasts and the girls hated me for them, while the boys thought I was easy because of them.
I had my daughter at the age of 28. When I was pregnant I wore a GG nursing bra. Luckily after nursing they returned to a D cup. When I was 30 I was diagnosed with Degenerative Disk Disease, which is bone loss to the disks in my lower spine that produced pain and limited mobility. I went to my family doctor and he recommended that I have a breast reduction to help with my back. Due to this the insurance company agreed to pay 80% of my surgery. So in June, 1980 I went to a cosmetic surgeon in a suburb of Cleveland, Ohio. We decided to reduce my D cup to a large B or small C cup and I scheduled the surgery.
After the surgery I was transferred to a semi private room and when I woke up I was in a lot of pain and nauseated. They gave me some nausea medication along with some sleeping pills and I didn’t wake back up until 7 am the next morning when the doctor came in to check his work out. I was still in a lot of pain, but the nurses told me I had to get out of bed and give myself a sponge bath before I could be discharged. Whats up with that? It was one of the hardest things I ever had to do.
When I got home I had a week off to heal. By the end of the week I felt pretty good and got the guts to look at myself. They had removed my nipples and replaced them higher on my breast. There were stitches going up from underneath my breast to my nipples and black stitching across the bottom underneath my breast. From looking at photos this was the normal procedure for a breast reduction.
At week’s end, I had to go to the cosmetic surgeon to have the black stitches removed. Now no one tells you about this part and if I had known I might not have had the procedure done. What I have been told recently, they 
do not do this any longer. Because I had healed for a week, the removal of these stitches were very painful. A nurse had to hold me down while the doctor ripped them out….I vowed never to have surgery on my chest again.
Upon leaving the doctor’s office, he told me I might need a Nip and Tuck in the future, I stared at him blankly and said “right” to myself. Now 20 some years later and forgetting the pain, I am considering that Nip and Tuck. Am I crazy? Maybe. But I know I would feel better about myself in the long run.
I’ve had other procedures done, but that’s another story.
I am not an expert in cosmetic surgery. I am not a doctor, cosmetic surgeon or medical professional of any kind. I am writing about cosmetic surgery to keep you up on the latest procedures, alternatives to cosmetic surgery and reviews of the best products to improve your skin.
I hope you enjoy my website, if you have any questions you’d like to ask or if you want to tell me your cosmetic surgery stories, please email me at info@cosmeticsurgeryforblondes.
Thanks, Kosmetic Kitty
