The Breastaurant

What is a breastaraunt?

Until recently I myself didn’t know this word existed.

A breastaurant is a restaurant that has skimpily-dressed female waiting staff. The term “breastaurant” dates from the early 1990s, around the time that the restaurant chain Hooters became popular in the United States-wikipedia

So why do I bring this up?

Well, as I stood in the bathroom of a breastaurant waiting to be evaluated for the fit of my new uniform, I thought how did I get here??

How did I go from being so insecure that the mere mention of a breastaurant put me on the defensive and every girl that worked there automatically had no amount of self worth looking for validation from men to –> actually seeing this new position as a badge of achievement?

That is what I see this new position as. I see this as the finish line of the marathon I’ve been on the last year and a half. A complete body transformation that has now brought me to a new beginning.

This is my new badge and I wear it proudly knowing that it documents the hard work and determination that I have put into the transformation of my body to be what I find beautiful and what I knew I could always be.

This blog is meant to be a reflection on my transformation which includes: divorce, remarriage, weight loss (not sure how much exactly, haven’t weighed myself in a long time but 75+ pounds), surgery (to correct the effects of the weight loss), career changes, parenthood, and graduate school.

Follow me to gain an insight into these topics as they apply to my life. It is my hope that my “thoughts and such” help anyone it can and create comradery for the like-minded.


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