Dear Former Breasts,
Though my entire body has transformed since welcoming my children, it’s you that I find myself longing for the most. Yes, I miss carefree laughter without the worry of an unexpected leak, and I miss those beloved shoes I had to part with when my feet grew a size. Sure, I dream of a toned midsection. But when it comes down to it, my dear breasts, you were the shining star of my figure—my reliable source of confidence, no matter the ups and downs of life.
You were the pièce de résistance, a delightful B+ that struck the perfect balance. While bras were an option, you were just the right size to often go without them, adding that touch of allure to my smaller frame. In the words of a certain show, you were real and you were truly spectacular.
Looking back, I realize how much I took you for granted. For over a decade, you were a steadfast companion, and I rarely celebrated your glory. Perhaps I wasn’t appreciative enough or didn’t tend to you as I should have. Because the moment I finished breastfeeding, you seemed to vanish.
You shrank. You flattened. You sagged. My once proud B+ breasts transformed into mere flat A’s, leaving me feeling lost.
Now, don’t misunderstand, dear breasts—I’m in awe of what you achieved. You nourished two beautiful lives! That’s nothing short of amazing! You did this without any of the horror stories I feared, like cracked nipples or mastitis. Bravo!
Yet now that your vital role has concluded, it feels like you’ve decided that I no longer need you. I may not need you, but I certainly want you! I crave that sense of femininity and allure that you used to provide.
Alas, no amount of pleading (unless it involves a skilled plastic surgeon) will restore you to your former glory. So, I must learn to embrace this new chapter. But before I do, I want to express my gratitude. Thank you for the years of confidence you gifted me, for your presence at the one school dance I actually attended, and for filling out my summer dresses and tank tops so perfectly. Most importantly, thank you for nurturing my sons.
I know I am more than just my physical attributes. I’m still capable of feeling beautiful (especially after a refreshing shower). While I may no longer have my stunning breasts, at least I can rely on some well-padded bras!
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In summary, our bodies change, but we can cherish the memories and transformations that shape us.