So, my bo*bs have always been bountiful! At their smallest a C-ish (wishful thinking) at their biggest – GG! My husband loves them all sizes. They fluctuate in size according to my weight, hormones and breast feeding.
I squash them into a monob*ob when wearing sports bras (which I wear a lot) and struggle to find good bras that look pretty/hot and do their job without looking like some scaffolding that WainHomes have built.
I remember paying a fortune for some bounce free sports bras and on one occasion, at the start of my class after checking in with my clients I said “if I pass out, it’s not because I am sick it’s because I can’t breathe so please cut this thing off me and I will be fine”.
I have had girlfriends separate them with duck tape so I wear a low-cut dress. I have bought and stuck all sorts of inventions over my poor nips so I can wear a pretty top and not have ugly bra straps hanging out of top, let alone the back-fat rolls.
Me and my bo*bs have had a lot of conversations with each other and one is slightly bigger than the other which brings challenges too… cos then I have 3 slash 4 bo*bs. – Girls who know, know. They have been examined, pummelled and scanned by both husband and health. They are a big part of me – lol.
But this deep loathing of the struggles of having big bo*bs and fashion, hotness and confidence stay strong with most curvy girls and this NEW promotion to lower level bo*bs is just Mother Nature being a complete bitch.
Don’t even get me started on “strapless bras” My Arse. The effort to keep the girls lifted and supported is honestly just not worth the trouble for fear of cutting your flesh in half and get chafing from the rubber to keep the bra up. Honestly these over the shoulder boulder holders could do with some miracle re-design… I own many many strapless bras and they NEVER are comfortable.
Then I was gifted with Mother Nature removing oestrogen from my body and the girls are changing again. Firstly size (bigger) and height (lower)… nips look different too which worried me so much I went to the doctor who reminded me that my post-menopausal body doesn’t need breasticles anymore. They have no use. My husband disagrees wink wink.
I used to say teaching a body pump class, put the bar at nip height, that’s where god put them not necessarily where they live now.
Joking with Great Nan for pulling her skirt to cover her knees as I could see her pendulous boobs.
Oh, how I laughed at my own gags.
So here I am in a dress bra free singing “do your bo*bs hang low do they wobble to and fro, can you tie them in a knot, can you tie them in a bow…. Lalalalalal and feeling free!Wellness Anarchist
It’s the way you wear your size…
When we embrace our bodies with affection, we can see humour and happiness with ourselves. It’s not the size of the bo*bs but the way you wear your size. That is the game changer when addressing body positivity.
Curves aren’t a curse. We need to encourage more women to feel comfortable and happy with themselves just the way they are. Life is so much more beautiful and fabulous than a bra size or bo*b height. So, when life throws you curves… flaunt them.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it or what other people think of it.Wellness Anarchist
If we talk about these subjects we are breaking taboos and normalising subjects that are often hidden. In a world where we are shrouded by perfection we need to recognise that life changes us at a cellular level. Ageing greatly is our ambition. Being confident and having knowledge around our amazing evolving bodies in mid-life is an essential part of our wellbeing continuum.
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