Own Your Big BoobsI developed very young. It was a nightmare having boobs--and big ones at that--when all the girls around me still looked like little boys. I was ridiculed and stared at every day. I went to extremes to hide them from the world. I absolutely hated my body, then and well into my twenties. But here's the thing. As you get older, you develop a stronger sense of self. You become proud, even a little defiant, about who you are and what you look like. Now, as a woman, I see my boobs as a reflection of who I am. I am strong, nurturing, and sexual. I'm womanly. My boobs have carried milk. They've been pillows. They've been play things. As such, I've shared them with the people I love as I see fit.
I no longer try to hide my boobs or minimize them like I did in my youth. Children are drawn to them like magnets. Men like to look at them. And as long as men are respectful, they can look at them all they want. I appreciate when people think they're beautiful, because I think they are too.