Well woe is me, tits are the only part of the body a woman could possibly derive pleasure from. Do you seriously expect me to believe that a mastectomy will leave me wholly numb in my entire chest for the rest of my life?
Firstly assuming that I'll ever have kids (hopefully yes - but it's possible I'll be
adopting kids who are already
past breastfeeding age), secondly assuming that losing the tits is a higher priority than my children (very much no). Maybe try asking questions about who I am before jumping to conclusions based on literally zero evidence.
Jeff the Kitten
That means you lose pleasure on two fronts.
Please see aforementioned statement about eternal numbness and your baseless assumptions.
Jeff the Kitten
Add onto that the stress of feeling phantom extremities where real ones used to be
I'm under stress either way, why not go with the stress of my choosing?
Jeff the Kitten
people looking at you funny because you no longer have said limbs
They look at me funny already.
Jeff the Kitten
sometimes thinking about having said limbs back
Sometimes I think about having a tail, too.
Jeff the Kitten
and if you ever do want them back you undergo economic distress to do so (unless filthy rich).
Why do you think I haven't already taken money into consideration?
Jeff the Kitten
Inversely:
You take medication to motivate you not to amputate yourself.
Noooo I take medication to stop myself randomly screaming until I puke. The feelings I have towards my body are not even remotely severe enough to require medicating away.
Jeff the Kitten
As a result you now have avoided all of these cons in your potential decision.
And am instead stuck with the cons of
not having lopped them off.
Jeff the Kitten
You take some anti-depressants
I'm
already on anti-depressants.
Jeff the Kitten
and you get to live your life whole and happier than cutting off your boobs for no reason
Well, no reason except for the back pain, shoulder pain, the disrespect, the fact that they get in the way, they've been increasing in size regardless of my overall body mass (including a period of significant weight loss during which time they
still grew), I have literally choked on my own chest fat, I can't run and sometimes I can't even walk very fast without them bouncing around like a juggler's gotten hold of them, the bouncing is frequently painful, I can't carry things in front of myself without either knocking them over or crushing my breasts, sometimes crushing my chest anyways, throwing my back out because I'm trying to lift something and it gets caught under my breasts and get knocked off balance trying not to drop it, not being able to lie on my stomach, chafing (and sometimes sores) from wearing my bras tight enough to actually hold them up, excess sweat and body odor due to the surface area of skin-against-skin
inside my bra, having to actually lift them up to clean under them properly, having to lift them up and place them on the table like some sort of freak if I want to sit close to the table without crushing them against the table's edge (or else slouching weirdly to get them
under the table's edge)...
Jeff the Kitten
to achieve what your moody brain thinks is happiness.
Because literally nobody who has
ever undergone elective surgery after decades of consideration has led a better life afterwards.