I have two beautiful boys and breastfed them both. I loved my pregnant and nursing body. I felt at peace with my body image, radiant with life and power. After weaning our 2nd and last son, I’ve found myself obsessing about my breasts. They were so full of life for many years, nourishing our boys with food and comfort. I’m trying to adjust to their new size and shape… missing the way I was. I seriously considered plastic surgery, even went to consults and almost scheduled the procedure. In the end, I decided that I couldn’t let breasts define how I feel about myself. So, thank you breasts for a job well-done!