When my boobs came, I felt awkward and confused.
They were larger than life and yes, whilst I previously couldn’t wait for them to arrive, the full-on-ness of them was pretty overwhelming.
Then I heard a hip-hop song about “them racks, the girl got double d’s”.
And for once, I thought my boobs were just right.
I became proud even.
Lately however, since feeding Aru and just filling out in general, I haven’t felt the same way. A size F doesn’t seem to validate the way a size DD does.
And I just realised.
1. I was validating my boobs by a hip-hop artist, who sings about sex, guns and thugs.
2. It was in such a deep level of my subconscious, that I didn’t even know why I didn’t like my motherhood boobs.
So in short.
Listen to what you listen to.
Or you’ll spend a motherhood hating what ought to be loved and valued.