How Breast Augmentation Changed My Life – Ashley’s Story

My name is Ashley, and I want to tell you about the best decision I ever made…but you can probably guess what it is already, right?

I always thought I was a late bloomer, and I kept waiting and waiting for my chest to grow. Eventually, I realized it wouldn’t. My friends, family, and boyfriends always told me how “pretty” or “cute” I was…but I never thought I got the breasts the rest of my body truly deserved.

My last boyfriend left me because, in his words “my body just didn’t excite him anymore.” Who cares if I had a pretty face? To him, I was boring. “Just” a pretty face, that’s it.

Was it fair that people were judging me based on my appearance? No. So I kept sweeping my problem under the rug. But last year I’d had enough. I just knew my company’s next big promotion was mine for the taking, and I wasn’t going to let anything stop me.

See, I work in sales as a pharmacy rep. Basically, I travel around the state visiting every little mom-and-pop drugstore, every super-chain, and all the stores in between—trying to convince pharmacists why my company’s medicine is the best and safest for people to use.

Well, most of the pharmacists are men. And most of us sales reps are women…if you can see where I’m going.

I had just made a HUGE, successful pitch to a major national chain and I was feeling great. I mean, who wouldn’t? My numbers were the best in my division by far. The quarterly promotion was mine for the taking.

Except, it wasn’t.

My boss told me there wasn’t going to be a big raise for anyone this quarter. He had just hired a new sales rep, fresh out of college with almost no experience. I couldn’t understand…until I saw her the next day.

She was gorgeous. Didn’t know a thing about sales or pharmaceuticals, but that’s besides the point. Technically I was prettier than her—my makeup was better, my clothes fit me better, my face more attractive—but she had something I didn’t…full, perky boobs. I also knew that she had gotten a breast augmentation in Utah previously and it seemed to be working out great for her.

Was that the reason my boss had hired her? It might seem petty or crazy, but I just knew that was the reason.

I’d had enough. No WAY was I letting all of my hard work go down the drain because of my chest. It was time to make a change.

I found Dr. Jones through one of my best friends. She had a breast augmentation the year before mine (and I admit I was a teensy bit jealous) and gushed about how it completely changed her outlook on life. At this point I didn’t need anymore convincing, but her recommendation pointed me in the right direction.

After the procedure, I was a little nervous about seeing my new chest for the first time. I held my breath and opened my eyes…and…

Oh. My. GOSH!

For the first time in my entire life, I felt complete. Like I just found my missing puzzle piece. My chest looked and felt natural. It fit my body perfectly. This was how I always pictured myself, going as far back as high school.

And I wasn’t the only person to notice. The day I went back to work, all eyes were on me. My boss’ jaw literally dropped a little (he tried to hide it, but I saw it).

You won’t believe this, but Miss Fresh-Out-Of-College was jealous of ME now. While I was away, she had just completely bombed a huge pitch to another big chain pharmacy. Luckily, I was on the case.

I won’t bore you with the details. Let me just say that I was a whirlwind of confidence, and I totally saved the day and won the client back.

Before my surgery, I had the skills and knowledge I needed to do my job and do it well. But now I had the confidence to do it very, very well…and that confidence carried over into every aspect of my life (especially dating).

I’ve never been happier, and I owe it all to my breast augmentation. To say that little procedure gave me my dream body would be an understatement. Before, I was the one with the pretty face. Now I’m the sexy, beautiful, confident girl with the total package.

P.S.

Yeah, I know it’s not fair to be judged by your looks. But that’s (sadly) how most people work, men and women. So instead of complaining and wishing the world could change, you can take action. That’s what I did, and so can you.