In the first trimester of my fourth pregnancy, something happened.
My boobs ballooned to ludicrously large and have not returned to any semblance of normalcy.
The absolute largest nursing bra I have been able to get my hands on in regular retail outlets is a 14HH and I spill out of that even.
I’m sick of them. I’m sick of feeling like a I’d be more comfortable in a circus freak-show than at the supermarket, as even trips out of the house result in gawks and whispers, particularly if I am not carrying the baby as an explanation to my watermelon sized appendages.
Visits to friends and family who have not seen me in a few months ALWAYS result in comments of concern, surprise or astonishment. Some of my favourites include:
“Oh my word, they are even bigger in person.”
“I know you keep saying you’re fat, but surely carrying a couple of things that are clearly bigger than a human head in front of you can’t be helping.”
“That’s just not right.”
There’s an extensive list of comments and quips regarding my sweater huskies (I can’t say sweater puppies as a euphemism here, as puppies can be tiny) and most of the time, I find it genuinely amusing and am glad people make light of them.
There is some light at the end of the tunnel as our sweet baby James has opted to start solids, which means my days of cluster feeds and distended, engorged, gargantuan ta-tas are numbered!
So this experience often makes me ponder the puzzle of people’s pleasure pillows.
Women the world-over, spend time comparing and contemplating their own and other women’s breasts.
Breast augmentation is far and away one of the most popular cosmetic surgeries the world over.
Meanwhile, there are women like myself that are genuinely tired and in my case, even a little embarrassed by the size of their bosoms.
So, as is often the case with my meanderings, I am not entirely sure what I am trying to communicate with you today.
What I will say, is this: As women, particularly child bearing women, our bodies are in a constant state of flux. I think we should all work a bit harder to accept ourselves and our bodies. Creating, growing, and continuing to nurture a tiny human with our body is nothing short of miraculous. It comes with a whole range of strange and surprising side affects and changes to our bodies and our minds. I just think we all ought to celebrate the many different shapes and sizes of women around the world pre and post partum, because we are all beautiful, and it is the differences that make us interesting and unique.
If you are a woman reading this, know that you are gorgeous. Whether you have or have not embarked on the breeding, embrace your boobs and your bum and all the bits, because they make up you, and I can assure you that you are truly beautiful. But the most beautiful thing about you is the kindnesses and quirks that cannot be seen with the naked eye. The thoughts and experiences that make you the amazing miracle you are is alluring to those who you have chosen to be close to you as you journey through the days and this life. So say it with me ladies:
“I am beautiful, I am strong, I am amazing and I am getting better and better through all my trials and triumphs!”
And, if you are a man, take the time to genuinely compliment (tactfully, and not lasciviously please) some of the women in your life today. A kind and candid compliment can change the trajectory of our day, and we need to hear more supportive stuff from you guys.
That is all.