It was March 2020 and I was at an Airbnb in Rye on the Mornington Peninsula Victoria when the prime minister announced that a virus had spread across the world and Australia was shutting their borders. Schools may close, businesses will be shut and retail will be open for essential shopping only. What was going on?
The decision to undergo breast reduction surgery has been a very long journey for me. Since I was a teenager I’ve known I would eventually have the surgery but have always wanted to breastfeed, I was told to wait till I’d had all my children first. Ironically, mostly by people who weren’t plastic surgeons.
We are well and truly working our way through lockdown round 2 and I think at this point we are all feeling the same way. We can see the light at the end of the tunnel, only just, but it’s there. On the one hand, the continual stress of COVID can be overwhelming at times, to say the least, but on the other hand, we are all getting damn good at this working from home business!
It’s about 2am one cold night in a April 2013, I’m 8 months pregnant with my first child and I’m laying awake, listening to my husband snore, and digging myself a nice deep anxiety hole filled with all the things I fear could go wrong on my journey to parenthood.
When I was young, I always envied my mother’s full bust. She kept it as hidden away as she possibly could, but there was no denying what was sitting there on her chest. I hoped and prayed that I’d grow a pair myself as I got older.