An honest letter to my boobs

Dear Boobs, Hello there, it’s the head up north, the one who’s always looking down on you. Sorry about that,

Dear Boobs,

Hello there, it’s the head up north, the one who’s always looking down on you. Sorry about that, first of all. I don’t mean to look down on you.

Over the years we’ve not been close, you and I, dearest Boobs. You’ve always been there for me but I can’t say that I’ve returned the favour.

When I was in my 20s, I was so self-conscious about you. You were small and not the voluptuous breasts I had prayed for. For years I agonised over how you looked and thought men were judging me because of you. I thought men would only want a woman with big breasts, so I tried everything to make you bigger.

When I was 31, I bit the bullet and had breast implants. At the time they were around $500 – all of my savings – and I wanted to change you from AA to a small C. The result was amazing and I loved every bit. The only downside? I’d ruined your ability to breastfeed my children.

Perhaps you repaid the favour by giving me mastitis, which was agonising. I really felt sorry for you Boobs, but at the time I thought it was more important to look good than give my babies the nutrients they needed.

After 10 years I needed to have them replaced but decided against it. I had another baby and you were naturally a C on your own – it gave me my confidence back. But there were some more strange times to come.

I’d always been a thin woman, but a thyroid disorder in my 40s changed that. You exploded, dearest Boobs – you went from a C to an F within a year or so and initially I loved it, but then came the back pain and negative feelings about my weight.

We’ve been through thick and thin, Boobs, but I think I can now say, age 65 and a size 16F that I really do appreciate you. You fill out a top fabulously, my partner enjoys you, you’re a great cushion and you also give the best hugs.

I also love that you are a talking point! My sister says she’s very jealous of my boobs, as do my friends. It’s taken a while to get here but I love ya!

Yours sincerely, Pat.


Tell us, what would you say to your boobs?

  1. Had always had boobs that were too big. Had a reduction done when we could afford it and the medicals found the start of breast cancer in one at that time. Had 5 weeks of radiation and now have that one boob smaller than the other but so glad I’m still alive. The outcome could have been very diffferent as we see close friends etc succumb to breast cancer.

    • Yes I understand, I have a perfect one, the other just hangs about. Breast cancer at 39, lost one. Grateful to b alive, frustrating in summer, & when I lose or gain weight, necessitates a “new boob”, expensive ordeal.

  2. I honestly do not give my boobs that much thought until that annual mammogram rolls around.

    • Same with me Debbie. Just had my annual mammogram. All okay. My daughter whinges about hers being too big and my grand daughter moans that hers are too small. Going bra hunting with them is a nightmare!!

    • Ah the annual mamos – hate them. Last time I had a recall. Evidently only one in 20 recalls actually have cancer, but in that week leading up to it I was planning my own funeral. I was one of the 19 though 🙂

    • Jeanette Southam A very stressful time for you. At the local Mater hospital where I have my mamos and ultrasound the specialists looks at the tests results and you don’t leave until you know the results. I like that, although again it is worrying sitting there waiting with fingers crossed. I have to have mamo and ultrasound yearly because I am high risk.

    • Debbie Bryant same here Debbie, once when I was called back I was there all day, and the last time wasn’t too bad, probably only a couple of hours

    • Jeanette Southam I had the same experience. Watching everyone going in for a more detailed mammograms, most coming out looking relieved and one poor woman having to go on to a biopsy. It was an anxious wait!

    • There is nothing worse than having a cancer scare except being told you have it. No-one can possibly understand how it feels unless they’ve been through it. Been there twice myself; so has my husband. Life is a series of examinations and blood tests, but better than the alternative! We even went to an open day at the local cemetery to say hi to the residents! Have to see the funny side otherwise life would be miserable.

  3. A few years ago my granddaughter wanted to know why my boobs were falling down!!!!,

  4. This woman needs a mental health check. She is writing letters to silicon bags she has stuffed in her body to make her more ‘attractive’. Sad.

  5. Dont really give mine a lot of thought until time to replace my bras – always bigger than I wanted, have frequanly in my life been oggled in the most disgusting way by some men, and I have always had to pay a lot of money for comfortable bras – always jealous of women who can walk into Target or Kmart and buy cute inexpensive bras!

  6. Was given a hard time for being small in my younger years but they fed three babies and grew to a bigger size – they didnt drop much because of hard physical jobs in my forties and fifties and I can confidently walk around in, some dresses, bra free. Happy with my lot. Some folks dont get to keep them!

  7. And I thought my life was boring.. Charente got to the stage where I need to write letters to my body parts yet ☺️☺️☺️

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