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.
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.
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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?
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.
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I'm also BRCA1 positive and I have had a double mastectomy! And to my boobs I say good riddance!
I have recently found out I am BRCA 1+. This means in my lifetime I have an 80% chance of getting breast cancer. I have beautiful boobs, boobs that have always got compliments from men or women and alike, boobs that prior to this I took for granted would always be there. So in a letter to my boobs I would beg them, please, please, please be kind to my body.