By Connie Rusk For Mailonline. Clelia Theodorou revealed reducing her 32GG boobs was the 'best thing I've ever done' as she took to Instagram on Tuesday. One wrote: 'Have you had your boobs done? I had a reduction when I was 19 right after this pic was taken.
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BI-RADS is a scheme for putting the findings from mammogram screening for breast cancer diagnosis into a small number of well-defined categories. The benefit of BI-RADS to radiologists is that it forces them to think about which category their findings will fit into and when they assign each case a category it then becomes possible to calculate accuracy statistics. The accuracy statistics are generally calculated once a year and they are important in quality assurance, that is they tell the radiologist whether they are doing a good job or not. This will re-assure the good radiologists to keep doing whatever they are doing, but for radiologists whose accuracy statistics are not very good, it lets them know that they ought to get more training. I hate stuff like that. Birads is a categorization system that is often confusing to women having mammograms and their doctors. BI-RADS classifications have also helped in monitoring breast cancer treatment and supporting breast cancer research again by making statistics easier to calculate.
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But there was something so cathartic about seeing — in vivid, unmistakable detail — the flesh being cauterized and removed from breasts so closely resembling my own. My breasts had plagued much of my teens and twenties with chronic back pain, difficulty exercising, and a desperate yearning to wear the same lacey bras and trendy clothing as my friends and peers. A yearning to close the disconnect between the hypersexualization of breasts I saw all around me, and the disdain I had for my own. As fate would have it for a bookish, painfully shy child, I developed breasts sometime around the fourth grade and was promptly gifted a no-nonsense underwire bra from my mother, a flesh-colored garment that I hated with a burning passion.