I'll admit, my bosoms and I haven't always gotten along. In fact, sometimes I've downright resented them. As a result, I know there are more than a few apologies I definitely own my postpartum boobs and, well, now is as good a time as any.
We've been through a lot, us three. Our adventures include, but are certainly not limited to: my questionable pointy-bra phase, post-assault trigger-mania, my dabbling in mesh body sock phase, countless corsets and other theater-days inspired costumes, and some clumsy consensual fumbling that I'd rather forget. Still, nothing was quite as transformative (literally) as the adventures we've shared in postpartum parenthood.
Reflectively, I think it's important to have a deep and connected relationship with my body. It hasn't always been this way, which is why I think it's so important to me now. I want my body to be there for me, just as I'd like to be there for it. I want us to be partners, not enemies. Us moms hear so much postpartum body hatred going around, it's easy to look at our bodies as "bad," instead of truly incredible.
So, honestly, I feel called to have a good-natured, long overdue, apology session with my lovely chesticles. I'd like to smooth out any misunderstandings we've had so. together, my boobies and I can move forward with all forgiven. Our sometimes complicated, always interesting life together will surely move forward with mutual respect once I'm able to give them the postpartum apologies my boobs are truly owed.