When I got pregnant, I was excited at the prospect of finally growing breasts. But even then, as my boobs just started filling out my A cup bras, they remained undoubtedly small.
And then… three days after giving birth, it happened. Suddenly, my chest was huge! OK, objectively they were not actually huge – in fact I couldn’t find nursing bras small enough, but for me, that C cup felt gigantic.
I admit, they were fun. I stared at the them in the mirror (a lot). My husband certainly didn’t mind them. 🙂 But ultimately, as with most things we find ourselves envying in life, those C cups were not all they were cracked up to be. They felt heavy. They touched the insides of my arms in a funny way. Sleeping on my stomach became uncomfortable. But more than anything they just weren’t me.
Now, 11 months later, my breastfeeding days are starting to wane and my breasts are deflating back to their original size. But my feeling about these old familiar friends is different now. Becoming a mother has given me a whole new perspective and appreciation for my body — these boobs have fed a baby! What could be more amazing than that!? What I lack in breasts I make up for with a graceful décolletage. I can wear backless tops and dresses without worry, can go for a jog without a sports bra, can sleep on my stomach comfortably again… And now, one baby girl later, I still have pretty much the same set of tatas as I did in high school. I doubt I’d be saying that if I had the C cup of my teenage dreams, so thank you girls.
Ladies, whatever your size, show off your girls with pride! We are all beautiful.
xoxo, Stephanie
