Dear Pre-Mom Curves,
As I navigate the wild world of motherhood, I find myself missing you more than I ever imagined. Sure, I sometimes yearn for the days when I could sneeze without worrying about little accidents, and yes, I’ve had to part ways with my beloved heels after my feet decided to expand to a size I didn’t know existed. And, oh, how I miss the days of a flat tummy! But you, my dear curves, are the ones I truly miss the most.
You were the crowning glory of my physique—a delightful B+ that struck the perfect balance. While supportive bras were useful, you were just the right size that wearing one wasn’t a necessity. Yet, you provided the essential curves that made my frame feel feminine and alluring.
In classic sitcom style, you were undeniably real and simply spectacular.
Looking back, I realize I took you for granted. For over a decade, you stood by me, and I never truly acknowledged your brilliance. Perhaps I didn’t appreciate you enough, or maybe I didn’t treat you with the respect you deserved. But once I finished breastfeeding, it felt like you packed your bags and left without so much as a goodbye.
You shrank, you sagged, and my once-perky B+ breasts have now been reduced to what can only be described as deflated A pancakes.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m in awe of your accomplishments! You nurtured two incredible little humans, and you did it without any of the gruesome side effects I’d fretted over—no bloody nipples or mastitis for you! Bravo!
Yet, now that your primary duty is done, it seems you believe I no longer require your services. While I may not need you, I want you! I crave the boost of confidence you once provided, the way you made me feel like a woman rather than just a mom.
Unfortunately, no amount of pleading (unless I consult a plastic surgeon) will restore you to your former glory. It’s time for me to move on, but before I do, I have to express my gratitude. Thank you for the joyous years we spent together. Thank you for giving me the confidence to attend that one school dance. Thank you for making summer dresses and tank tops a breeze. Most importantly, thank you for nourishing my sons.
I know I am more than just my physical appearance. I’m still me, and there are ways to feel attractive—even if it involves some clever padding. So, while my spectacular curves might be gone, at least I have a couple of fabulous padded bras.
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In summary, while I’ve bid farewell to my pre-mom curves, I’ll forever cherish the memories we created together. Here’s to embracing this new chapter, padded bras and all!