I vividly recall the moment when I realized that I actually had cleavage for the first time in my life. I had recovered nicely from my implant surgery a week prior, and I had taken a warm shower, and threw on a comfy black robe. Yes, I felt pretty darn good...I felt sexy. I sent a picture to my friends because I was so proud to show off these new adornments. Granted, they were not the biggest breasts, hovering around a small C, but compared to my AA, I was ecstatic.
I know, it sounds selfish. Heal me…then heal you. However, you know how the flight attendant says to put the oxygen mask on yourself before putting it on your kids? Same concept here. I needed begin my healing journey first, before I could help you heal.
tin-ni-tus ringing or buzzing in the ears. My definition is tin-ni-tus an annoying constant sound that changes periodically, but never gives you a true break…and DO NOT even think about having a piece of chocolate or a drink because it does not like you when you feed it junk. Yes, that sounds about right (pun intended).
