But if I had any idea that breastfeeding would ruin my breasts, I doubt I would have done it. I don't mind that my hips are a little wider, or my stomach slacker, and I'm not sure what's going on with my butt. "My perfectly round, perfectly perky breasts dropped, and then drooped, and then settled into a U-shape." Here's what I actually feel: fucking pissed. Respect and admiration for the strength and wonder of the female form. Pride that I fed and nursed and nourished my mewling infant into a healthy boy. Here's what I should feel, according the internet: joy, love, appreciation of my body and all the many gifts it has given me. And even with these new bras on, clothes don't hang on me in the same way. They're not the globe-size hats of my pregnancy days, nor the slinky, lacy options of yore. I've since purchased my third round of bras. I kept waiting for them to tighten back up. Perhaps I was naive, but I really thought they'd reshape. My perfectly round, perfectly perky breasts dropped, and then drooped, and then settled into a U-shape. But biologically, I nailed it.Īnd then I stopped breastfeeding and the magic disappeared-deflated. I found every single other part of being a mom impossibly difficult.
I was one of those lucky women: my boobs worked. I am also going to fast forward through the first year of my son's life, except to say that I breastfed. "If I had any idea that breastfeeding would ruin my breasts, I doubt I would have done it." I could pick one up and hit my husband in the face with it.
I was even bestowed the term "fun bags." My giant boobs were so giant they wanted to lie down at the end of the day and rest they needed their own pillow. I'm going to fast forward through those nine months when my breasts grew gargantuan-mesmerizing, even. In my early thirties, while on vacation with friends, they finally blurted out the question they had always wanted to ask: "Are they real?" Yes, of course, and fabulous. The world was my oyster.Īnd as I aged, the magic of my breasts stayed with me. I could wear any type of top-spaghetti strap, backless, halter, sleeveless. For me, bras were optional and decorative, not a necessity.
An ample size C, they were perfectly round and buoyant, always staying put when I removed my bra. When the boys made a list of girls' best body parts, I always won best breasts.
As part of 's #NudeWeek, one writer opines the loss of her perky chest after breastfeeding.
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