Doctor's Visit. (30.3 pounds...)

I love how "small" they look in this picture.

Something about this pattern and the angle.

... So. I had my mammogram. And it went about as gracefully as you’d expect when your chest could each be classified as a personal carry-on item.

Let’s start with the weigh-in:

Right breast – 15.3 lbs

Left breast – 15.0 lbs

One of y'all in the bra Buyers tier helped me make this infographic to help show just how heavy that really is ..

Which means, yes, I’m walking around with over 30 pounds of breast tissue, give or take a water retention day.

The measuring was awkward in that “intensely polite medical staff trying to act like this is routine” kind of way. I made a dumb joke about wishing the heavier one at least came with snacks in it. My doctor chuckled the way doctors do when they’re trying not to encourage you because they still have to deliver bad news.

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🩻 The Mammogram Machine Gave Its All

Then came the mammogram. They had to use a larger plate system, specially designed for patients who fall outside of standard equipment limits (aka me). It took several tries to get my breast positioned right—compressing something that large and still glandular is less like scanning a body part and more like slowly wrangling a weighted blanket into a photocopier.

I had to hold my breast up for part of it while they adjusted the angle. That moment alone should have come with a medal. Or a back brace.

The tech was kind. She just said, “You’re doing great,” in the same tone someone uses to talk to a horse before a big jump. I appreciated her.

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🧬 Glandular Center, Fatty Edges, Hormonal Storm

When the results came back, my doctor sat down with that tone—the one where you can tell she’s trying to frame things clearly but gently.

“The outer portions are still fatty,” she said. “But the center—especially deep retroareolar—is dense, very glandular. We’re seeing continued development of functional tissue.”

So basically: the edges are soft, but the core is still doing hormonal gymnastics.

And what’s wild? My hormones aren’t even that elevated. A bit high on estrogen, yes. Slightly above average on prolactin. But nothing off-the-charts. It’s just… I respond differently. My tissue is hypersensitive. It hears the tiniest whisper of a hormonal signal and turns it into a marching band.

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🚫 Why We’re Not Operating Yet

I asked—again—about reduction. And my doctor was even more direct this time.

> “With this much glandular activity, the only thing that would stop regrowth is a mastectomy. And that’s an incredibly high-risk procedure in your case. These breasts are extremely vascular. Surgery would be complex. Dangerous, even.”

It was one of those conversations where no one says the word “no,” but the subtext is clear:

Now isn’t the time.

And possibly… there might never be a perfect time.

We agreed to monitor. Another check-in in six months, unless things change faster. (Which they often do.)

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🧃 Soy Milk and Me: A History of Regret

I don’t want to spend too much time on this, but yes… I briefly reintroduced soy milk a few months ago.

It lasted three days. On day four, my chest felt like it was inflating. Again. The swelling, the tightness—it was like the glands threw a party and forgot to ask permission.

I’ve cut it again, obviously. But the experience reminded me that this whole situation is so reactive. It’s not just size—it’s behavior. And my breasts are very active participants in my daily reality.

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💭 Lately… I’ve Been Thinking About Mobility

I don’t usually talk about this part. But I’m starting to wonder—what happens if they don’t slow down?

They’re already heavy enough to strain my back and hips. I’ve had to sit down and rest more often during errands. I have to plan around them. I’ve even caught myself googling mobility aids—not because I need them yet, but because the thought is starting to make sense.

A wheelchair, just for bad days? It would take the pressure off my spine. Let me move without pain when they’re swollen and sore. I never thought I’d seriously think about that at 21.

But this is real. And while I’m still laughing and still grateful and still curious—I’m also tired. Some days, I carry them like a badge. Other days, they carry me.

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📸 Before & After Coming Soon

I’ll be posting a 4-month before-and-after update next weekend.

Same angle. Same lighting. But I think you’ll be able to see what I’ve been feeling. The difference isn’t just volume—it’s density, posture, pull, SIZE...

I'm blown away that even in 3-4 months they look obviously bigger.

Freaky ..

I’m nervous to share it. But also ready.

Until then, thank you for walking this strange road with me. Whether you’re here for the science, the story, or just to marvel at the absurdity—I'm glad you're here.

—HushPlushy🍈🍈🫠