This is a picture of me, as I am now, as a Mother who has breastfed her baby for 4 months and will continue to do so for years to come.
These are the heavy, swinging, sagging breasts that nurish and comfort my dear son.
A small star tattoo reminds me where my boobs used to sit. A box of cute bras under my bed remind me what size I used to wear.
But that was another time. Now is the time to toss out those D’s and embrace these G’s that embrace my son. Now is the time to cherish the tattoos of Motherhood.