Mila’s Breast Reduction Surgery Fund

Hey friends! I’m having a difficult time writing this and I thought long and hard about if I really wanted to pull blank and expose myself to the world like this. I have, however, exhausted my other options and so I am turning to you for help. (Sorry about the terrible formating, line breaks are apparently not a thing on here.) If you know me, you know that I have struggled with my boobs since I was a young teen. I’ve always hated them and suffered under their weight. Now I want to change this and live a normal life without the daily pain and discomfort. But if you don’t know me, let me tell you a few bits of my story. If that bores you, fee free to jump forward to donating right away I was given my first bralette when I was 8 years old and, yes, I did need it then. But I was so shocked and so not ready to be grown-up enough for a bra yet. So I cried and refused to wear it. A couple years later, I could not escape the boob support any longer but I struggled to find the right size. I remember all the PE lessons where my breast would just spill over the cups, the constant pulling and re-adjusting, the mortifying embarrassment when someone pointed it out. It was hell. And PE was already bad enough on its own. Another horrifying moment that I remember clearly is of 16 year old me, standing in front of the mirror and considering just chopping them off myself. No scars could be as bad as having to carry these sacks of fat around for the rest of my life. Since then I knew that I would have to get surgery one day. That was ten years ago. Since then not a day has gone by where I have not struggled with them. They are my biggest (lol) insecurity when it comes to my self-confidence and -love. I can’t wear tight clothes cause they never fit and I can’t wear baggy clothes cause they hang down from the boobs like a sack. Sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe because they are squashing me. The skin underneath them is permanently discolored in a brown tint from all the rubbing. Everyday my back feels like it’s breaking; it cracks like an old wooden pier. My spine has actually lost a good bit of it’s natural curve to support the weight meaning it can’t bounce out the impact of walking and such fully anymore. I can’t exercise because the boobs get in the way of everything. I’ve have gotten medical opinions. When I went to different doctors with my back pain, they just told me to exercise more and strengthen my back. When I told them about my problems with the breast size and weight, they simply told me to slim down, reduce my body weight as if I could ever lose enough weight to reach a normal size. Even my gynecologist - who even asked if I had ever thought about a reduction - told me there was basically no chance the insurance would pay for it. So here I am, just turned 26 and still got 6 (!!!) kg of fat on my chest. Imagine always, always having to wear a backpack with 6 litres of milk in it. Night and day. When running, when sleeping, when sitting. Always. I can’t do it anymore. So, if you can help in any way possible, I could never thank you enough. If you don’t have money to spare - which is more than fair - consider telling some friends about this. Every little bit helps and brings me closer to a better life, an easier life, a normal life. I’ve already found a guardian angel who offered to top off whatever was still missing by the end of this. (I love you, Jacob!!) That means I can start the process of finding a doctor and scheduling the first consultations. I will keep everyone updated about the whole story here. Thank you for reading and helping and caring. I love you! xx