There is nothing I love more than a big juicy hug from a big breasted woman. There is a little sigh of relief that happens inside the nervous system as I am enveloped in warmth and softness and comfort. It might be because my Mom was well endowed and maybe reminds me of her, or is it something more?
I didn’t always love boobs. In fact, I remember being about 9 or 10, lying on my stomach on the floor, watching the Smurfs or some other Saturday morning cartoon when feeling the first annoying pinch of my little “buds”. Remember those “mosquito bite” days, early on when the breasts just start to grow? I hated how those embarrassing little bumps made my tank top stick out and how suddenly people started looking at me differently.
Then 3 years later, I LOVED having boobs. Problem was, they were never quite up to snuff… not big enough compared to some of the other girls my age. I wanted a padded bra so they looked a little more like “real boobies”… something to actually fill that bikini top.
Not big enough, too big, too droopy, too pointy… the poor “Girls” sure do take a lot of criticism. They are oogled and pawed at (Hello, my face is up here!); suckled by infants and babes until they are sore and leak at awkward moments. –I remember returning to work after my maternity leave and rushing back home to feed Julian during lunch breaks. I knew that women sometimes experience a “let down” of milk if they hear another baby cry. NOT ME… it was the sound of the fax machine that got me! Boy was I surprised!
During this month of Breast Cancer Awareness, I ask you for just some simple Breast Awareness… and breast love. Give your friends a full frontal boob to boob hug. Feel the soft give and tenderness that fills in that area in front of your hearts. See what memories and feelings that brings up in you. Send some loving thoughts to your breasts when you’re in the shower…. Genuinely, no matter how they look.
They have always been beautiful and perfect just as they are, just like you.