I used to hate my breasts

At 16, I was a late bloomer and went from an A cup to a DD in six months - I had no idea what to do with those floppy balls of fat hanging off my chest. They were so dense and so heavy that it was impossible for them to be the perky C cup we all THINK we are supposed to have.

They made me feel fat. They made me feel exposed. They made me feel too seen, if that makes sense. They pulled on my neck and back and I spent most of my time wishing I could just chop them off.

Can you believe that?

This beautiful, amazing, POWERFUL body of mine was not enough and I thought mutilating it was the answer.

I got approved for a breast reduction at age 17. (Who the hell approves a CHILD for a breast reduction???) After much thought I ended up choosing to wait as I was told it could affect my ability to be successful at breastfeeding in the years to come and I knew that was something I hoped to do one day.

Im so glad I had the wisdom to make this decision as it wasn’t until I got the privilege of nursing my son that I found love for these floppy boobs of mine.

I was astonished that after all these years of venomously hating my breasts that they could sustain the life of my beloved child.

I was in awe of what my body could do. I felt powerful! I felt complete!

I was thrilled with the way my child and I fit together - of the suck swallow, suck swallow of his feeding - his eyes looking up at mine, a smile peaking out around my nipple. Knowing that I could give him everything he needed…

as I feel In love with my son, I feel in love with my floppy, squishy, BEAUTIFUL breasts

and I will never look back!