5 years post #explant, and I have had a total metamorphosis. The first year, I wept nonstop. Had lost over 90% of my natural breasts to necrosis and refused to get a fat transfer. I wasnt willing to risk my health anymore for vanity. I had a crash course in being humbled and laid bare. My husband had to cut out all my stitches, due to our remote living and the weather. I was brought to my knees in humility and came through the fire of my vanity dying. It took a solid 2 years for them to settle and look human. My husband was my rock....and I can't believe how unbothered he was by my frankentitties

I am happy and healthy, and I wouldn't wish plastic surgery on my WORST enemy. It did nothing to ease my body dysmorphia and only gave me years of suffering.

Be OK with who and what you are. In my case, with a lot LESS of what I was.