I Proved them Wrong

I was always a go-getter in life.  In high school, I was captain of the debating team and class president.  In college, I led the Students’ Council that was responsible for all the students’ affairs.  When I started my career, I worked my way up from junior executive to Vice President of Corporate Finance, the only woman in the top management team.  I had everything going for me by the time I was 40; a great career, supportive husband and two teenage children.  I was financially secure and living the American dream.  But there was only one thing amiss.  I was not happy with my body, in particular my breasts.

I was always a perfectionist, so when one part of my life is not satisfactory, I’m not contented.  I don’t consider myself conceited or vain in wanting bigger breasts.  I just felt it was time to show my femininity a lot more.  All my life I fought against the odds – being female put me at a disadvantage most times – and yet I won.  I stood tall in the corporate world and worked shoulder to shoulder with men, some of whom were old enough to be my father, and I prevailed.  In many ways, I trained myself to think like a man and fight like one.  I had to, in order to survive.  And survive I did, and then some.

Since I had already accomplished all that I set out to do in life, I want to now bask in my femininity.  And to me, an integral part of being a woman is having nice breasts.  I don’t mean artificial oversized ones, just bigger and firmer ones that I was born with.

When I shared this goal of mine to some close girl friends all of them scoffed at it.  They thought it preposterous for an early-40’s mother of two to dream of having bigger breasts.  Some older ones even said all I could look forward to was menopause, citing from their own experiences, of course.

But I told you I was a fighter, right?

So I set out on this personal quest.  I researched and looked up all the information I could get my hands on.  Although I could afford surgery, I decided that’s not what I wanted.  Furthermore, there are added risks of surgery for someone my age.  So I had to go natural.

The first product that I tried was a breast cream.  The company that sold it said it would grow my breasts in 60 days.  I followed the regime for 30 days, then 45 and then 60 days.  The only thing that grew was the company’s bank account, with my money.  But I wasn’t about to give up that easily.

Then I came across a novel product – a chewing gum.  The website had pretty impressive statistics, so I decided to give it a try.  After 30 days, I did feel as though my breasts were firmer but there was no difference in size.  Another 30 days went by and another 30.  By that time, I decided they had already become as effective as they could be, so I stopped using it.  I must admit, by this time I started to have some doubts.

I thought there had to be a more effective way to grow my breasts that these products are missing out.  I finally ended up at Nancy Newton’s website http://www.grow-bigger-breasts-naturally.com.  It was promoting an e-book, quite unlike the other websites that sold products.  Since it had lots of testimonies of successful past users, I decided to give it a try.  That was the best decision of my life.

What other products failed to do, Nancy’s methods succeeded.  Within 3 months, I grew from a 34A to a 34B.  Encouraged by this development, I kept using her method for another 2 months or so.  Amazingly, another cup size!

By this time, my old girl friends started to take notice.  Many of them asked whether I went for surgery.  All I say to them nowadays is, “That’s what YOU think….”.