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September 2002 - Glamour Magazine
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A Hollywood Actress's Intimate Diary Saturday, April 20, 2002 My friend Jason went bra shopping with me today, even though he was confused about why I wanted to do it now. I told him that if you buy a new car, you want to make sure you have a garage to put it in, right? A new bra would be like a garage for my new "unboobs." We really messed with the saleswoman's head: She couldn't understand why a woman with big breasts was buying a bunch of AA training bras for herself! It was fun. I'm looking forward to experiencing my new body. I find myself looking at everyone's breasts these days -- from models in magazines to friends in my Jacuzzi. I feel like a perv, but I need to see what real breasts look like. I think I've forgotten! Tuesday, April 23, 2002 Tomorrow's the big day. I don't want to go through this alone, and because I don't have a boyfriend or any family in town, I've created my own support network: I invited about 15 of my friends over tonight for a party to celebrate my "unboob job." |
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My friends have been so great about supporting me -- they've never said anything unkind about my fake breasts. But whenver I put on something clingy, they'd say things like "You don't have to wear that, Kari. People like you for you." So when I made the decision to have my implants removed, they said "That's the smartest, coolest thing you could do!" I have them to thank for the self-confidence that's allowed me to go through with this. |
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This is it. It's five in the morning, and I have more energy than I should at this hour. The party last night was incredible. I made some lame speech about my gratitude for my friends, Jason, Christy, Bara, Nikki, Paul, Sam, Justin, Randy, Erica, Jennifer, Tanya, Miro - the whole lot. Then we took turns confessing what each of us is proud of in our lives. I told them I was proud of my decision to become authentically me, I was proud of my relationships and I was proud to be a woman - no matter what my breast or body size. |
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Thursday, April 25, 2002 |
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Well it's done. The last thing I remember from before the surgery was sitting in the holding room with my little sock monkey, a birthday gift from Miro two years ago. The whole thing took about three hours, from the time I got to the office to when I was wheeled out in a wheelchair- I was singing show tunes, my friends later informed me. I was home by 10 AM. |
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Friday, April 26th, 2002 |
Last night I went to a screening of Eight Legged Freaks. although thanks to the painkillers, I don't remember much. Today I got my drains and stitches out. I didn't look when Dr. Frileck took the bandages off. I just focused on the ceiling. After he took out the drains, he pressed down on my chest to help push out the extra fluid from my breasts, as if he were squeezing water out of a towel. This pink blood-pus-combination came out of the tubes, and I could feel it trickling under my armpits. It was pretty gross but also kind of cool. Beverly, Dr. Frileck's beautiful, tomato-haired nurse, said my new breasts were cute. I decided to save my judgement for when I got home. My friends were waiting when I got there. Nikki told me I was an inspiration to her. She said maybe she'd even remove her own implants. But I told her for now, she could have all my old bras! When it was time for my "unveiling," I stood far back from the mirror and took off the bandage. It wasn't that bad. I did think that maybe I needed to be thinner on the bottom to match my new, thinner top -- but this time anything I do will be through exercise, not surgery! Or maybe I'll stay just the way I am. My thirty-fifth birthday is just two days away, after all, and the best gift I can give is to be kind to myself. |