Love the boobs you’re with
After so long, I knew this was no longer the case, and made peace with that fact. But I wondered what they might look like now. Would they be heavy and pendulous? Or light and perky? (Yeah, I didn’t really expect that.) I am lucky in that I come from pretty good boob stock. (There’s one of those sentences you never knew you’d say – don’t you love those?) Both my mother and my grandmother have managed to some kind of respectful arrangement with gravity where nobody loses too badly.
What a great post! At the moment I’m having a great relationship with my boobs, they are still feeding my after almost 8 months (they only made it to 5 mths with his big brother). I admit they certainly aren’t as perky and ‘pretty’ as they were pre babies, but neither is the rest of my body!
And so, there I was a few days ago, studying my boobs in the bathroom mirror – and them staring back at me. Sure beats them staring at the floor, right? And I realised I’m okay with what I am left with now the tide has gone out. Do they look 20? No. But they’re okay – and more importantly, they haven’t tried to me yet.
