Thursday, June 13, 2013

Doh...

Despite being fairly savvy with computers and social media, I didn't realize that Instagram was a shared social network site; I thought it was strictly a camera app when I started using it a few years ago.
Part of my recovery surgeries for breast cancer have been  procedures called “fat grafting.” Basically, they liposuction small amounts of fat (when I say small, I mean small, I tried and tried for large scale body sculpting, but no dice) from your thighs or abdomen and inject the fat cells into the surgical site, where they grow and fill in the scars and depression areas. After having it done several times in my tummy, I decided to try the thighs to see if the discomfort was less. It was not, and I was sutured, heavily bruised and black and blue all down the back of each leg.
I wanted to see what things looked like up close, so while on a high dose of Percocet and wearing my “special undies,” I awkwardly held the phone behind me and took a couple photos of my back side and legs.   (please don’t stop me here and ask why I didn't just use the full length mirror to see, because that would have been too easy) The photos were perfectly hideous and blurred but I kept them for reference. Reference to what? I don't know, probably reference to get myself to the gym. 
Luckily, I realized a few months later that everyone on the interwebs could see my cellulite, granny panties, and bruises. Thank God I had no followers… Laters.


"Special Undies"

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