Yesterday, I arrived at work to find a breast on my desk, well not a real breast obviously, but a PIP implant. Now I'm not going to go into how it got there, but as I rolled it in my hand like a stress ball it did spark the question in me "WHY do this to yourself? Why stuff yourself with silicone?"
To give you some idea of where I am coming from on this, I think its good to start with my position on breasts. I have got a healthy cleavage, sometimes a little to healthy, when I try to run without the aid of scaffolding to keep it all in place. But God also balanced me out and gave me a rounded tummy - mine is not the wash board of a tummy that does 100 sit ups a day.