❤️ Loving my boobs. A personal story.

Loving my boobs 


1 word- 4 letters- 2 lumps and a whole lot of confusion. 

Let it be said here first- Boobs are strange. Now you may be wondering what could she possibly mean by that? Boobs are natural, they are a part of puberty, a milestone in the progression of womanhood that every young girl anticipates, wondering how big they will be, when they will come and how they will change their lives. The part that these young girls don’t truly consider is how to deal with this biological baggage. 

Sometimes I think back to a simpler time where I could lay flat on the ground or put on a t-shirt without a second thought. It’s not really that these sacks of tissue just arise on your body one day, but for many including myself, it can be a very fast transition from board to bouncy. I was a bit of a late bloomer myself. Always that kid that looked about 5 years younger than everyone else, needing to convince people that my best friend wasn't my babysitter. I was always jealous of girls whose mothers had packed them with real padded bras and the endless possibilities that these magical chest extensions presented. 

But as they say, be careful what you wish for because you just might get it. 

I had never truly resonated with this saying until recently. It seemed that all my late night hopes and prayers went to good use as my bee stings quickly became water balloons. Looking in the mirror at these strange eruptions I had no idea what to do or where to start. Like many of you- I went straight to Victoria's Secret hoping they would be my holy grail. After trying on a million different sizes and styles, I left empty handed. Much to my surprise my boobs were gonna need more help than I thought and that was just the beginning. 

My personal journey has been a tumultuous one, full of ups and downs, love and hate - but most importantly it’s been a story of self growth. When you're younger it’s hard to see beyond societal expectations of womanhood. Many of us, including myself, fall victim to the narrative that you need to have these assets to be considered beautiful. After experiencing everything from small A cups to overflowing DDDs I can be the first to tell you that that is not the case, true beauty shines from within. While I thought that having a full chest would make me happier with myself, once I knew what it was like to be on the other side, I wanted to go right back to the comforts of not wearing a bra. Although no two people will have identical experiences, I think the true secret to this growth comes from within rather than letting society dictate what is deemed beautiful. While I am still on my journey of growth, coming to this realization freed me. It didn't matter if my boobs became the size of Mount Everest or shrunk to pebbles - never again am I going to let archaic ideologies carve my path success.

Spread love,  BB



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