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When Raised on Crumbs of Love

I gave this letter to someone I love, but the message is universal. I’m sharing an edited version here, all privacy protected. Maybe you or someone you love needs this today.

My Dear,

There were many times when I wished a wiser future self could have reached back, shook me awake and loved me hard. I want to channel that most loving and knowable part of you, to remind you and guide you.

If you can open your heart to hear this without shame, without even a tinge of judgement and self-criticism, then this will serve you well. These words are a song my heart pumps through the body until I am full, and it needs to go out, to live somewhere in the world.

Know this. You are good and whole and worthy, exactly as you are, right now. You are beautiful. You are poetry. You deserve to be cherished and honored and respected. There will be no prince charming. You are your own best prince charming and fairy godmother. There is a long lineage of dysfunction and trauma, that goes back farther than the lifetimes we know, longer than we can even imagine. This does not set your destiny, but is up for you to heal in your own lifetime, in the way you love yourself and your children. Our ancestors look upon us with such tenderness. They cannot undo the wounds of the past, but whisper to you, “Your pain is a precious jewel. This inheritance has forged you in the fire of resilience, courage and compassion. You know what it takes to survive. Stand up and walk.”

When you inflict pain upon yourself, or numb yourself, or stay in the energy of physical or emotional abuse and disrespect, you carry that energy forward, into the person you are becoming. Your body knows how to constantly make itself anew. Even now as you read this, new cells are forming deep in the marrow of your bones. How will you make yourself today? What will you tolerate and allow?

And what does it take to feed and fuel a miracle? A woman’s body can form a baby, which she will love with the entirety of her soul. So too does your own life beg to be cherished. Who is worthy of sharing space and energy and time with you? What is the future you wish to build for yourself? Even though you may not see it, how will it feel to walk into your future home? Who is there to greet you? What are the colors there? Create it in the fullness of your mind, so you can be led into it by your deepest and truest desire. You would defend and protect your child like the fiercest lioness. Walk into and inhabit your life. Defend your right to be loved and fully respected, like the queen you are. Settle for nothing less.

When raised on crumbs of love, the spirit becomes accustomed to hunger. Crumbs may seem like a justifiable meal when that is all you’ve known. I want the full banquet for you, nothing less.

When parents are trying so very hard to keep their heads above water, they may not be able to show you what it is to be a strong swimmer. It can feel messy and scary, like drowning. You learn for your own survival how to tread water, but not always the full long strokes of directionality and personal power.

As a young woman, I wish someone had told me to stop flailing, to lie on my back and look up at the stars, and helped me to see what I could have and be if I stopped waiting for rescue. Catch your breath and gather your strength my love. You know how to swim. You are stronger and wiser and more capable than you even know.

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I Love Boobies

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.