The Most Personal + Difficult Style Decision I’ve Ever Made

My story about plastic surgery, style, and the surprising power of saying yes to myself.

I didn’t know if I’d share this. But after a decade of talking myself in and out of it, I realized something: hiding rarely helps us heal.

For over ten years, I met with surgeons. I’d get close to scheduling, and then freeze. Not from indecision exactly—but from guilt. From fear. From wondering if this choice somehow contradicted my values. I worried I might regret it, that it might change how I saw myself. That others would judge me. That I’d judge me.

But here I am, finally moving forward—and yes, I’m nervous. But also? I’m deeply excited.

And I want to talk about it, because I know many of you have stood in a fitting room, holding your breath, hating the way clothes fit—not because something is wrong with you, but because nothing feels made for you. I’ve stood there too.

In 11 days, I’m having a breast reduction. This is how I got to “yes.”