A Weekend at the Beach Made me Come to Terms to With My Boobs!

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After 6 years and 10 months of providing nutrition and comfort for children, by boobs are droopy figments of what they once were. Just seven years ago, I was complaining about trying to find 32 F bras and lately I’ve been complaining about the lack bras that are made small enough to fit the peanuts now attached to my chest. It only took one weekend at the beach to make me come to terms with the reality of 12 year old girl looking bust and realize that we are all SO different and I just need to suck it up and move on with my new look.

First, I have to admit, that it is really difficult to get yourself to strip off your over garments when you arrive at the beach when you are not comfortable in your own skin. Your kids are jumping for joy, tugging you towards the water, as you take a deep breath hoping no one is looking as you expose your fat ass and teeny tiny chest. I did it though, and really, it’s not even that my ass, that sulked down into my thighs after kid number three, is big, or that my boobs have shrunk up to floppy little nothings. It is the fact that the lower region grew and upper shrunk, making me feel dis-proportioned.

After just a few minutes of people watching though, I realized how ridiculous I was. Why, because there were all types of women flaunting their stuff in bikinis and I could tell that they were completely comfortable in their skin. Unfortunately, I’ve been raised in the same self-centered society as everyone else, and many of those women, I wish I hadn’t had to view, but they were there and they had no problem letting all of their imperfections show.

So, while I still secretly hope that I will raise my rear end back up out of my thighs one day and that my boobs will magically expand back to at least C cup, I’m not going to stress over it anymore. I’m not going to be unhappy with my shape. There are far more important things to be worried about after all.