HOOCHIE MAMA

My last surgery was over Mother's Day.  They redid the tissue donor site on my right side, which means they recut the muscle and replaced the "hammock" holding the implant in.  It's been an amazing improvement with my muscles finally accepting that this is just the way it's going to be from now on.  But the best part of this last surgery is that I received a fair amount of liposuction for the fat grafting and Nipples.  Yes, I said it...Nipples!!!

Its wonderful and at first I would find myself wearing just a tank top at home and walking by mirrors to get a glance at my new waist and my new "you know whats".  I won't lie, its made me giddy to see them back after two and a half years.  

The other day I had to go to the store so I threw on another tank top over the one I was wearing and ran out the door.  In the grocery store I couldn't help notice a couple of women giving me the stink eye.  Well, whatever, how rude!  Then, at the liquor store,  I couldn't help notice a couple men give me a double look.  And the the cashier could hardly look at me and seemed rather flustered.  I really didn't know if I should be insulted or flattered.  Ok, you got me, I was just a teeny bit flattered.  Until.....

.......Until I got home and saw myself in one of those mirrors.   What I didn't realize was that throwing on another tank top did not flatten and hide the new nips.  They haven't started to retract during the healing process yet, so at all times it looks like I am smuggling peas, or worse yet, grapes.   I was running around town with nipple hard ons, like a hoochie mama, for all the town to see.  And let me assure you it was not subtle!