It started a few months ago, when a fashion publicist friend revealed that she had her breasts enlarged as a teenager. We've known each other for nearly three years, and I never noticed her cup size, or thought that it may have been surgically enhanced. A beautiful, effortless, native New Yorker, she just doesn't look like the "boob job" type.

For some reason, breast augmentation still carries a stigma, especially in the fashion world. As my publicist friend told me after finally admitting that she'd had hers done, "Half the battle is hiding them forever." That sounds ominous, but once I learned that breast implants could actually pass, as hers do, I couldn't stop thinking about them.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the benefits of being curve-free -- running for miles without back pain, going braless, having people look me in the eye -- you get the idea. But I'm still preoccupied by this equation that Cat once wrote about, "a terrible little math problem multiplying and dividing forever in your head that equates rather exactingly your own hotness with the rest of the world's ability to love you." I calculate my cup size and it disrupts the sum...

Continue reading about Julie's decision and watch Dr. Stephen Colen discuss her choices at the link below.

Choosing a trustworthy plastic surgeon is hard, and sort of scary. We here in the beauty department of LOVE and highly recommend Colen MD for almost any procedure you're considering (again, stay tuned for an article from Cat about her own experience with them). You can reach the practice at 212-772-1300 or through their website
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