2 Months Post-op from Brachioplasty

It has been a whirlwind the last 2 months. (Well in fairness, it has been a whirlwind for the last year and a half but we will save that for another day, LOL)

We have just celebrated our two month surgiversary from getting the arms done and my god, what a difference it has made in so many ways!

I no longer need to wear the compression garment all day long and that has been the biggest sigh of relief. In fairness, for the most part over this time, I didn't mind it fully because it was an extra layer of warmth during this cold ass weather in Oklahoma. But it could feel a little claustrophobic at times and it would dig into my sternum, making it uncomfortable.

There is so much to write about this experience that I haven't been able to fully sit and just breath and gather my thoughts about everything.

But I can tell you this.

When I say this has been a game changer, it has been a GAME CHANGER!

This was something I have been wanting for so many years and so many times I felt it was nothing more that a wishful pipedream.

To some, it may not seem like a big deal but for me, looking at my hanging arms every day for over 10 years since losing the weight has fucked with my headspace more times that I would care of admit. It was this daily reminder of who I was and the lack of respect I gave to myself all those years ago.

It didn't matter how many bicep curls, pushups or workouts I could do, I could not hide it and the more I could see small changes in definition, it was shadowed by the inches and inches of skin that would just hang down.

The 2 months to this point hasn't been sunshine and rainbows at all, BUT it was worth it and I would do it all over again in a heartbeat if I knew it was going to feel this amazing inside.

Some people have asked if I am worried about the scars. The answer is nope! Not at all. I am sure over time, they will fade more but I own these scars with pride.

These scars represent the person I used to be and the person I am today.

These scars represent the battles won and lost before to get here.

These scars represent the hard work, dedication and commitment to accomplishing a goal from being a pipe dream to a reality.

These scars represent those before who have come and gone along the way and helped to shape who I am as a result of their presence.

These scars are a slap in the face to a former company I associated with who dangled my dream in front of my face daily in order to line their own pockets with money and greed. Playing on my emotions to get results for themselves and then constantly removing the carrot after dangling it. This is proof that you don't need anyone to hand it to you or do it for you. Would it have been nice to have assistance? ABSOLUTELY, but I was able to prove to myself and the onlookers that I am stronger than them and I was more stubborn and badass and made it a reality on my own!

It's only two months post op and the difference is just insane to me!

I can't wait to see what another 3o days from now brings.

And one of these days, I am going to force myself to sit down and just write about everything that has been going on in my world, LOL

Namaste Bishes

And welcome to the gun show!