As a lecturer at a university, I work among some incredibly bright women. But on one issue, they continue to surprise me. When we were discussing a research project about plastic surgery and the conversation led to implants, I was stung by the snarky remarks, giggles, and eye rolls from some of my most highly educated peers. That's because I have breast implants.
I didn't speak up. I realize that keeping my implants a secret means I'm condoning their prejudices, but I'm worried they'll think I'm a flake if I come clean. (In fact, I'm writing this under a pseudonym.) But the truth is, I love my implants. And getting them was one of the best decisions I ever made.