I’ve always had a strange relationship with my boobs, ever since those difficult puberty years. I remember the first girl at school to get them, everyone else sprouting and moving out of vests into ‘training’ bras, and eventually persuading my mum to get me one when I really didn’t need one! ‘Nature is cruel,’ I thought. ‘Maybe I’ll wake up with big bazookas one morning?’ I never did. Being a sporty type I’ve always had an athletic build, and no amount of padding, toilet tissue or chicken fillets could create a cleavage. That was until I got pregnant, and then … boom! Hello, boobies!
This was when everything changed – not only with my boobs but my whole body. Having a new life growing inside me was miraculous and liberating. I suddenly saw my body as an incredible, magical machine.
When I had my little girl I was lucky enough to be able to breastfeed. It was an amazing experience, incredibly painful and frustrating at times, but I felt like my newborn was teaching me what to do. I forgave nature. What an incredible thing! My boobs helped me nourish and nurture a healthy and wonderful child. I couldn’t be more proud of them!