Dear Pre-Baby Breasts,
As I reflect on the changes my body has undergone since becoming a parent, it’s you I find myself missing the most. Sure, I long for the days of carefree laughter without wondering if I might have a little accident. And yes, I miss my beloved shoes that I had to part with due to my feet expanding a half size. Let’s not forget the desire for a flatter stomach. But you, my dear breasts, were the one feature I could always count on, regardless of life’s ups and downs.
You were the crowning glory of my figure. A delightful B+, perfectly proportioned. While supportive bras were an option, you didn’t demand them; you were just the right size to add curves and a touch of allure to my frame. In the words of Seinfeld, you were real, and you were absolutely spectacular.
I must confess, I took you for granted. For over a decade, you stood by me, and in return, I often overlooked your brilliance. Perhaps I wasn’t grateful enough, or maybe I didn’t cherish you as I should have. Because as soon as I ceased breastfeeding, you seemed to vanish on me.
You diminished in size, lost your shape, and sadly, my once full and rounded B+ breasts deflated to a mere shadow of their former selves.
Don’t get me wrong, my dear breasts—I am deeply in awe of what you achieved. You nourished two little humans! That’s nothing short of miraculous! You did this without the agonizing complications like bloody nipples or mastitis that I feared. Kudos to you!
Yet, now that your nurturing role has concluded, it feels as if you’ve decided I no longer need you. I may not “need” you in the practical sense, but I certainly desire your presence! I want you to help me feel beautiful on days when I feel anything but. I long for you to remind me of my femininity, beyond the title of “mom.”
Regrettably, no amount of pleading (unless directed towards a cosmetic surgeon) will restore you to your former glory. Thus, I must come to terms with this loss. But before I fully move on, I want to express my gratitude. Thank you for those wonderful years we shared. Thank you for the confidence you gave me during that one and only school dance. Thank you for filling out sundresses and tank tops without the need for extra support. Most importantly, thank you for nourishing my sons.
I recognize that I’m more than just the sum of my physical attributes. I am still attractive (when I manage to find the time to shower). I am still me. So while my once-spectacular breasts may be gone, at least I have a couple of fabulous padded bras to help me along the way.
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In summary, while I bid farewell to my pre-baby breasts, I embrace the changes and the new chapters of my life with gratitude and resilience.
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