Let’s talk about boobs. My boobs.

I used to hate that I had such a small chest in proportion to my wide hips. At some point in high school, I found a way to work around having a big butt and hips. I wore lots of baggy jeans and cargo pants. Neither of these were actually flattering, but they made me more comfortable nonetheless. However, I couldn’t do much for my boob size. I mean, I never truly resented having small boobs, I just wished that they were a tiny bit larger for proportion’s sake…in fact, I asked my mom for a padded bra from Victoria’s Secret for my high school graduation present. 

I don’t wear that bra much anymore…actually, I don’t wear that bra at all. I’ve come to love my body. Elliot is a big part of that. Today, he sent me a text that said:

I was looking at a gallery of non-sexual pictures of breasts, that exists to show women that all shapes and sizes are normal, and I gotta say, yours are beautiful! They compare very favorably.

There was more, but I think that it might have gotten a bit too descriptive after that. Yeah…anyway, I guess I just wanted to share that.