The ode to small boobs.

Sometimes my blog is like poetry… so dive right in.

Small breasts are the best.

It took me almost 20 years of having them to realize that.

Growing up in the 90’s wonder-bra culture and then in the implants era affected my self-esteem and how I felt about my body.

Boyfriends and even friends (male and female) made fun of my “small boobs”.

I was doubting myself a lot.

But something in me always trusted that whatever is natural is better.

More powerful.

And there was my confirmation.

It all happened after I gave birth to my first born and breastfed him and my second baby.

Only then I realized how powerful my breasts were.

Juicy, nourishing and life-giving.

Mood-boosting and soothing.

It took this realization so I could give myself a permission to try and find pleasure in them

For myself.

By myself.

Oh how lovely that felt.

How sensational.

In fact.

I finally gave permission to my breasts to start feeling pleasure even though they were small and made fun of.

As if small breasts were not supposed to be luscious and pleasurable.

What a disempowering belief that I created in my head because of the toxic wonder-bra culture.

Now I walk proudly most of the time without any bra and I enjoy my life.

One boob at a time.

Or in a stereo.

And for the record:

All boobs are amazing!

And worthy of your love and pleasure.

Wear them with pride and enjoy what Mama Nature gave you.

Curious: how’s your relationship with your breasts?