I’m incredibly proud of my relationship with my body, especially my breasts. And why wouldn’t I be? They’re perfect. The left is called “Per” and the right is called “Fect”.
And nothing makes me feel more grateful, not for them so much as for my comfort with them, as this series from The Cut.
The slideshow is amazing.
In a long life breasts are many things to many people. Sexualized, ignored, too much, too little.
It rings so true that even though some of the notes disagree with each other, you can agree with all of them. One may be complaining about them weighing too much, and another can be about them feeling too small, and it’s possible to agree with both.
It gives you permission to feel whatever you do feel about them.
There are so many images of breasts in the world. If you have breasts it can feel like they’re always on display, for comment. Subject to someone else’s lens, typified by their own preferences.
There’s something so different about the only important qualifier being your personal feelings about your own personal body.