I never treated you right, and now I deeply regret it.
Dear pre-pregger boobs,
I know you’ve been waiting for this day for far too long. But here it finally is.
I’m so sorry I never truly appreciated you for all your beauty.
I’m happy to confess that you and I have never been besties. Far from it.
When you first entered my life, I was still clinging to being a Tom Boy. And well, you were ruining my image. It also didn’t help that my mum and sister’s friends kept congratulating me on my new rapidly-growing friends.
And well, the love between us never really grew. Although you did.
But here I am, with a new set of boobs that make me realise everything you were to me. You see, while many pregnant women look forward to the pregnancy side effect of bigger boobs, I do not.
I was never truly comfortable with the size you got to pre-pregnancy, despite the compliments you attracted from both women and men. And I know while those compliments made you a little happier, you secretly wished they came from me.
And I am sorry for that. I am sorry for not paying you more attention. For not taking you bra shopping, instead just grabbing always the same t-shirt bra in nude and black. I am sorry you never felt the frenchiness of lace, or silkiness of satin. I'm sorry you never got to peak through a deep V-neck plunge.
I do hope that you understood it was just because I didn't feel comfortable with you. I didn't want you to grab all the attention, I wanted to be known for more than my boobs.
Now, that I'm faced with even bigger boobs, I realise how perfect you were. I missed you last weekend as I stood in the changing room waiting for the shop assistant to bring me the next size up. For the third time.