New Boobies!

Which is really NOT the most exciting part of what happens in about 2 hours. What really gets me going is these flaps I call "batwings" on my arms checking out. Or cutting out. Oh, *kneeslap*.

I might look TOTALLY normal after this. After the scars fade and healing, etc...I'll be able to fit into a jacket. A short sleeve shirt. Maybe, god forbid, a tank top. And by all of this, I mean outside the house. Where I'm not embarrassed.

Maybe one day I can look at myself and see the scars fade and just see a beautiful woman staring back at me who doesn't have the baggage of 23 years of obesity behind her. But just who I am.

Which of course, I have no fucking clue, but who knows who I am and what I will become?

Blech. I can't find my reading glasses. Which means I make a phone call to Costco, a phone call to Cohen's in NY where they have my Rx, and one-two-three, I get $10 glasses. I hope. I need 'em. So minor a prescription, such amazing effects.

EDIT: I JUST FOUND MY GLASSES!!! HUZZAH!

Bye y'all. See ya on the other side.