T M I?........................

Consider yourself warned that this post contains personal, somewhat adult (though probably not anything the average twelve year old hasn't already been exposed to) content. Permission granted to leave at any time and return tomorrow. Okay, now that I have your attention...

For the first time in over twenty years Patty has matching bra and panties. A pink set AND a blue one! I know this is common place for many women, but it is not something that I have indulged in over the years. Being nice, I would discribe my previous undergarments as functional, though ugly would be a much more apt discription. For several years now, my belly has hung down over whatever undies I wore, and when I would lay down in a bra my saggy breast would disappear leaving the cups half empty. NOTHING sexy about that, so what was the point of trying?

I know it is a totally a mental thing, but I never got around to gathering up the energy to fight it. Now I love dressing my new body. More importantly I am having a blast exploring the thoughts and feelings that my new body has generated within me. Take yesterday for example...

Now that all that saggy hanging skin is gone from my mid-section, it is like the back side of me has gotten a new lease on life. I had on my new jeans and I looked in the mirror and all I could think was, "That is NOT the tush of an almost fifty year old!" No, I did not have any work done on my tush, but it was hard to look past the problem areas to see what was hiding behind (pun intended).

Switching gears...

The other night, when I was showing off my new matching bra and panties to him, (my) Mister and I made an interesting discovery. One of my nipples is less sensitive than the other post surgery. NO! TMI would be if I had told you how it was we made the discovery in the first place.

The possibility of this was spelled out in the paperwork we had to sign when giving consent for the operation as a possible risk. If it stays this way forever will I be sorry that I went ahead with the surgery? Not at all. The benefits of the surgery still far out-weigh a little de-sensitivity. I am not that concerned about this, because when my sweet grand-dog bit the tip of my finger off I regained sensation in it over a period of two years. Besides, looking for returned sensation will give (my) Mister and I something to entertain ourselves with in the future (Okay, maybey THAT was TMI).

The point of this post (I think) is two fold; living life to the fullest comes with risks, and life's sweet rewards are worth the risk. If you want something, go after it no matter what others may say or think. Don't kid yourself into believing that something in your life is as good as it gets so that you end up settling for God-ugly under garments. Figure out a way to embrace matching bra and panties. Who knows you might just un-cover a fabulous tush!