Short personal monologue in which the speaker explains they would refuse to have breast implants reinserted even for $100 million. The speaker describes a visceral aversion to the implants and the difficult-to-articulate emotional experience of changing body size (from double D to C) after removal.
But here's the weird thing, and I mean this wholeheartedly. If you had paid me $100 million, I still would not put those implants back in. Like, that's. That's the mind fuck of it, is that I was like, ew, get these implants away from me. I don't want them. And when they were out and you go from a double D to a C, and it's weird, I still don't want them back in. So the feeling is very like. It's like you can't grab the feeling because you don't know what the feeling is to. Does that make sense? It's like, you know, you're not.
