What pre-ops need to understand about loose skin
It's something that I myself didn't comprehend at all until pretty recently, and I say that as someone who's got plenty of the stuff. Loose skin, that is. Pre-op and until the last month or so I thought, "Okay, so after WLS and rapid, major weight loss, we'll have loose skin. Big deal. We were fat before; now we'll have some flab and folds in exchange for a thinner, healthier body. Everything's a trade-off -- why do people get so tense about it? It's worth it!" Well, I was right about that last part. It is worth it. Definitely. And I did understand that, depending on how much weight one has to lose, excess skin can pose health and logistical problems at the end of the line that will need to be corrected with reconstructive surgery. But the great big secret that I didn't understand as a pre-op? (Post-ops would touch upon this in posts on message boards, but they didn't go into detail, so I didn't get it -- and actually, I don't know that you can really get it until you're there.) After a certain point (and it's going to vary from person to person depending on [re-op starting weight and pounds lost), our deflated skin assumes vastly different properties from the skin we had when it was stretched over the fat we used to carry. To compare the two different kinds of skin is like comparing apples and oranges. At least when we were fat, something (er, that would be the fat itself) supported the skin, held it up, gave it something to wrap around, so to speak. After rapid weight loss, however, it's truly like letting air out of a big balloon that's been inflated for a long time: the elasticity is gone, and the skin is just -- there in this kind of frighteningly inert way. It just lies there, limp, almost as if it were dead and in the post-rigor phase. I'm not talking about literal necrosis here, of course, but the major head-trip is that the skin begins to feel like a separate entity appended to your body -- not truly part of it or of you at all. And that's a damn freaky feeling, I can tell you. Frankly, I only fully understood this whole syndrome this morning as I was shimmying into my Spanx control panty undergarment. I was having trouble getting into it and this puzzled me because I bought it at least 20 pounds ago. It couldn't be too small for me, I thought, and then decided that I simply must not have dried myself off thoroughly after my shower and dampness was making the process difficult. I grabbed a towel, redid the job, and tried again. Shimmy. Tug. Shimmy. Tug. No go. Sighing, I peeled the garment down and began putting on as if it were a pair of panty hose instead of just tugging it on over myself as I would a pair of underpants. You know, getting into it, tugging it up in phases, making sure each segment has been pulled up and smoothed before you adjust the next segment -- and that's when I realized what was going on. I was having to stuff my extra skin into the Spanx garment, almost as if I were tucking the excess fabric of a shirt into the waistband of a pair of pants. It's not that the garment didn't fit -- it's the the extra skin just lay there like dead weight and had to be pushed and dragged into place. Um .... EEEEWWWW! Seriously, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! I assure you that the freak factor was not how ugly my loose skin looks but rather how I feel in it when it's not functioning the way it used to. I mean, intellectually I understood before why people would choose reconstructive surgery following massive weight loss, but I understood it only superficially. I didn't understand that living with excess skin might feel similar to living with a necrotic limb or a giant cyst! Now, does this mean I'm racing out to consider plastics? No, I'm still desperately hoping that a) I won't want it; b) I'll adjust over time; c) my hernia will not require repair so that I won't be faced with a choice of doing a tummy tuck and abdominoplasty at the same time. I do not want more surgery. But the freak factor was high today.
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I absolutely LOVE manatees! They are the sweetest creatures. Their skin feels very smooth, even though by looking at it, the texture looks rough. I swim with them quite often and happen to think they are beautiful - and cute. Besides, they are very near-sighted and if you stay still in the water, they think you are one of them!
Skin as a floatation device...mmmm. I noticed that the skin may waddle under water, but my bouancy has decreased! Now, I actually have to move instead of just floating!
Dianne from FL
I wholeheartedly agree! Remember the movie Alien, and the guy who had an alien strapped to his face?? That's how I feel about the excess skin on my belly. It's like this foreign entity has attached itself to my otherwise shrinking body. I can even see the lines where my belly SHOULD be, when I pull the skin up/over/out of the way. The 'tucking it in' happens both with my belly & my boobs. I'm sure my thighs also have that same process going on, but I largely ignore that as I put on jeans.
--BT
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