"Dear boobs, thank you for always being there for me."

Dear boobs (or Pinky and Perky, as my boyfriend once nicknamed you),

Thank you for always being there for me. Oh, wait a minute. You weren’t always there, were you? You have to admit, you were a bit late to the party. I wasn’t what you’d call an early developer.

You didn’t grow very early on.

Remember that day in Year Nine when my mum took me bra shopping? It was a mortifying experience, having a strange woman measuring you, but I proudly turned up to school the next day with my bra on underneath my uniform. My friends noticed immediately.

“You’re wearing a bra! But you don’t need one. What size is it?”

“8AAA,” I muttered.

They shrieked with laughter. Thanks for nothing, boobs.

“Thanks for nothing.”

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But you weren’t finished, were you? No. Although I resigned myself to a flat-chested life, you went through a growth spurt when I was in my late teens. Then I went on the Pill, and I ended up wearing a C cup.

I had a lot of fun, thanks to you, Pinky and Perky. I’ll never forget the time my boyfriend took me to a pole-dancing club and, after a drink or two, I thought it would be a good idea to get up and dance around the pole myself. A few people laid eyes on you that night, didn’t they?

Sweat it out.

Then I hit 30 and decided to start eating healthily and going to the gym. After feeling you jiggling around alarmingly the first time I went on the treadmill, I realised that I needed to do something for you. I bought myself a proper sports bra and running became a lot more comfortable. We covered a lot of kilometres while watching Oprah and Dr Phil.

Next challenge for us: pregnancy. You were always pretty good when I was having my period, and didn’t feel tender. Pregnancy was the same. You just got a bit bigger, and I loved feeling like an earth goddess. Thanks.

I loved you while I was pregnant. Thank you, boobs.

I was dreading the next bit. Even though I knew that feeding a baby was your job, I didn’t think you would be able to do it. I thought all you were good for was looking pretty. Sorry for doubting you, boobs. You were champions. You made milk! Yep, the first few days were tough, even the first few weeks. You caused me a bit of pain, but we got through it. You made my baby very, very happy for a long time. You fed her, you calmed her and you put her to sleep. That was when I learnt to truly appreciate you.

After two kids, you and I are old friends. Yeah, you’ve changed, but after all you’ve been through, who can blame you? I don’t think that anyone would nickname you Pinky and Perky anymore – maybe Pinky and Pancake – but that’s fine. I’m not planning on doing any more topless dancing. Anyway, with the right bra, you still look pretty good.

I think I’ll keep you.


What would you say in a letter to your boobs?

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