I was directed to this site by a friend of mine after I emailed this “Ode to my boobs” to my closest girlfriends who are also mothers. Before I was pregnant I was a 34 B or C, during my pregnancy I was a 34 DD, and once I started breastfeeding I got up to a 34 FF. Now I’ve weaned I’m down to a 34 A or B and somewhat horrified by what remains of my once perky breasts.
I am so excited to read the submissions and see your photos and share your thoughts and feelings that are so similar to my own! I’m not ready to share photos just yet, but I hope you can appreciate my Ode.
Thanks lovely ladies
Age 29, 1 pregnancy and birth, 16 months post partum (BF for 15 months).
You’ve served me well. You fed my baby without fuss for 15 months. You always had enough milk, and rarely embarrassed me by leaking in public. You never got so big that you hurt my back, yet you gave me cleavage I’d only seen in magazines before. You didn’t stretch my clothes too much. We only got sick (with mastitis-not really your fault) twice. You easily integrated into our life and into our hearts. My baby adored you and misses you everyday since you’ve left. My tops feel baggy and unnecessarily low cut without you. Now I am left with only a FF maternity bra and the saggy, flat pancake shadows of your former selves for memories.
Farewell big boobs, I hope we meet again someday.