boobies – bazoongas – breasts – mamaries – bosom – titties: why they’re perfect no matter what they look like.

Today I am thinking about boobs! I love them, no matter what they look like. No matter how many you might have, even if your boobies are a pair of scars or some of your tummy fat with a flourish tattoo on top. We are not different from one another.

Now, I still haven’t published my story of my own breast implant and explant surgery, but it’s coming. To cut a very long story short, I had implants for ten years, which I had explanted (without further augmentation) around three years ago. I just love my little empty tea bag boobies so much; the lessons they’ve allowed me, the opportunity to feed my young and… the pleasure 😏.

How many magnificent women out there dislike their breasts? I would say a decent chunk, who are living in a western consumerist society. We spend our hard earned money on bras filled with water, air or silicone fillets in an attempt to make them look bigger and more pert. We subject our lady lumps to painful under-wire and constricting sports bras to avoid sagging, even though the science tells us that it makes no difference what so ever.

Since having my explant surgery and breast feeding, my nipples have taken on a different shape – they kind of look like a smiley face now – they sport scars and stretch marks; but, I adore them more than ever. To be honest, I am so grateful to have both of my boobies intact that nothing can make me see anything but perfection in the mirror.

I especially love seeing photographs of women in tribal societies, bare breasted, with not an ounce of shame. I am still confounded as to why I have to cover my breasts in public, or why I have to place little orange stars over my nipples in a picture of my own breasts, to avoid being penalised. It’s nothing short of absurd.

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The fact that there is even a war going on surrounding public breast feeding is so preposterous that it’s laughable. Ladies, feed your babies bare breasted without feeling bullied, you have the right! This isn’t something I need to go into in depth here however because it is being fought elsewhere and sense will eventually prevail.

Many women go through the trauma of having mastectomy surgery due to illness. If you are one of these women, I bow down. What bravery it must take to experience such a journey in relinquishing control. I can only try to imagine what that experience is like, and the possible subsequent feeling of inadequacy or not beautiful; however, you ARE beautifully feminine with one or no boobs. I can only say this from my perspective of not having direct experience, of course, but I encourage you to own your scars as a tribute to your inner courage and strength.

Women have been made to feel ashamed of our bodies in many ways and our ‘imperfect’ breasts are just one of them. I am tired of it and refuse to conform to unrealistic expectations of what being beautiful is in the media today. I see my reflection in the mirror daily and tell her that she is: womanly, desirable, magnificent, and worthy of being cared for! I tell my reflection this even if my brain is telling me that I should see something different – something less than this, because that which we give attention to grows in grandeur. I choose to love what I see and in turn I love myself even more, and I see perfection where I didn’t before. I have stopped judging people on their appearance; in fact, I barely notice anything about how people present themselves anymore and it is a much more pleasant place to live my life from. I see beauty in everyone because I see it in myself.

I am in no way saying we shouldn’t decorate our bodies to enjoy them more or use non-harming methods to feel more vibrant; I just feel like it’s NOT worth subjecting ourselves to invasive surgery in an attempt to build self-worth… because it doesn’t work! Save your money for a holiday or if you need to invest in some help building self-worth, find a mentor you connect with and learn lasting techniques to feel good no matter what happens to your physical body.

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My name is Jasmine and I want to share my experiences in the hopes that my journey may help another.

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