Dear Former Breasts,
As I reflect on my body’s transformation since becoming a mother, it’s you I find myself missing the most. Sure, I grieve the carefree days when I could laugh without worrying about an accidental leak, and yes, I miss my favorite shoes that had to be retired when my feet inexplicably grew half a size. And who wouldn’t yearn for a flat stomach? But above all, it’s you—my once-perky companions—that I truly long for.
In your prime, you were the crowning glory of my figure. A delightful B+, you struck the perfect balance; bras were optional, yet you provided just enough shape to flatter my petite frame. To borrow a phrase from a classic sitcom, you were genuine and you were indeed magnificent.
As I sit here in nostalgia, I realize how much I took you for granted. For over a decade, you stood by me, and I never truly appreciated all that you offered. Perhaps I failed to show you the gratitude you deserved. Because as soon as I ceased breastfeeding, you seemed to abandon me.
You shrunk, you flattened, you sagged. My once-full B+ breasts transformed into mere A-cup shadows of their former selves.
Don’t misunderstand me; I am genuinely in awe of the role you played. You nourished two little beings! That’s an extraordinary feat! And you managed it without any of the horrors I had dreaded, like painful mastitis or cracked nipples. Kudos to you!
Yet, now that your duties have concluded, it feels as though you’ve decided I no longer need you. While I may not strictly require you, I certainly desire your presence. I want you to restore a sense of femininity, to remind me that I’m more than just a mom.
Regrettably, no amount of pleading (except perhaps with a cosmetic surgeon) can rejuvenate you. So, I must learn to let go. But before I move on, I want to express my gratitude. Thank you for the years we shared. Thank you for boosting my confidence just in time for that one and only school dance I attended. Thank you for allowing me to wear summer dresses and tank tops with ease. Most importantly, thank you for nurturing my sons.
I understand I’m more than the sum of my physical attributes. I remain attractive (when I manage to bathe). I’m still me. Perhaps I no longer possess my remarkable breasts, but at least I have a few fantastic padded bras to fill the gap.
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In summary, while I’ve bid farewell to my pre-baby breasts, I carry with me the memories of their contributions, both practical and sentimental.