I know that I've touched on this subject before, but it was never a really big issue (for me) until our recent trip.
You guys are probably all going to laugh at me (just like everyone else does) but that's okay. I need to vent.
One part of my body that I was always happy with and never had an issue with was "my girls". They weren't too big, they weren't too small, I think I was a 34C and they were just right (for me)..
Then I got pregnant!!! They turned into bowling balls. I honestly think that at the biggest, they were bigger than my head! I hated them. I couldn't put any shirt on without it instantly turning "sleazy" looking. Shirts that used to look really "cute", were now "sleazy"!!
They were uncomfortable too! I couldn't lay on my stomach, and I could never get the seatbelt to sit in the perfect place "between them". (I don't know how you large breasted women do it!)
I really did hate them!
Almost immediately after I finished breast feeding Gracie, I got MY boobs back and I was happy. I then got pregnant with Lylah and boom, the "beasts" were back!
Again, I hated them, but I knew that they'd be gone as soon as I finished nursing. Which by the way, is part of the reason I quit at about 4 months. I just wanted my body back!!
What someone/anyone failed to tell me, was that after this one, not only would the "beasts" shrink,, but they would completely disappear. Like, how is that even possible?
|I'm working on getting over it...unsuccesfully!|
Most people wouldn't even consider what I have, Boobs. They're more like little bumps planted on my chest. It's pathetic, it really is.
I was a little insecure about them this past year, but it was never really more than a thought. I knew they were small, but big deal, right?
That was until I started bathing suit shopping.. It got even worse once I got to Cuba and put on these sexy little bikinis that could never possibly look sexy (in my opinion) when there is nothing "filling" them!
To make it even more depressing, I had to look at all of these young girls with killer bodies and perfect, perky boobs. All while I looked like a 12 year old little boy in a bikini! Awesome, just awesome!
I think the hardest part for me is that I've worked so hard to get "my body" back. I've lost all my baby weight plus some and I feel great in that sense. I've worked so hard to get it back, yet I've lost the one thing that for me has always given me the "sexy" feeling.
The only way that I'm going to get them back, is to gain 20 pounds back (which ain't happening!), or get a boob job.
When I got into bed last night, I told Peter that I want a boob job. lol (I was being 100% serious! Don't judge!)
He laughed at me! (I didn't think it was really that funny)
I don't want "the beasts" back, just "my girls"..
He showed his support by saying "a push up bra is cheaper". I don't think he realizes that push up bras aren't "miracle" bras. They cant push up what isn't there!!!
I guess I'm stuck with these little things, but I'm going to complain about them every day until i die!! (or until he gets me a boob job!!)
Can anyone relate to me on this, or am I alone? Pregnancy does some crazy things to our bodies,,, what would you change back to the way it was??