I know I usually joke about my teabag boobs 😛😅 but today I actually wanna appreciate these sisters 😅.
I realised the other day that when I look at my boobs, I see the teabags they are and even though I’ve accepted and love them, I was always looking at them in a negative light.
But it struck me the other day, what a huge role and support these troopers have played in the life of our family.
The reason they actually look the way they do is because they’ve been a source of nourishment to 4 little humans who are now healthy and thriving little people because they got the best nutrition they could possibly get as babies.
I breastfed each for 2 years….so that’s a total of 8 years of breastfeeding
When I think of it like that, I actually feel sorry for my boobs 😂
They’re probably so happy to be resting now. Now I get why they try to run away in different directions every time I lie down😅
I get it, Boobs, I get it 🤣🤣🤣 Well done Boobs 🌟 You are the real heroes of this story 🦸🏾♀️🦸🏾♀️
This also made me think of the idea of “growing old together”. I’m not what I was in my 20s. My boobs are definitely not what they used to be in my 20s…they were what I needed then, and they were what I needed when I was breastfeeding…and now we get to grow old together.
Same with my husband. We’ve grown from what we were a decade or more ago, and we will still change significantly as we grow old together; and our expectations of each other physically and in other ways can definitely not be what it was when we were still dating.
Ok, that’s it for my Boob Appreciation Day.
Thanks for attending 😀