An Open Letter to My Boobs

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Dear Boobs, 

Y'all, we're turning 40 this year. I know, right? Forty. The big 4-0.

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It's been a long time coming, and honestly, I'm starting to look forward to it. Forty is a big milestone, the gateway to middle age. From training bras to bustiers to nursing bras, we've been through a LOT, and there are a few things I need to say to you.

You should know that the baby is probably going to wean soon. He's almost 2 and he's just not that into you anymore. It's not you, I promise. It's him. He's growing up. When he weans, you're going to change, again. There won't be another baby to nurse. That part of our life is over. It's sad, but we have to accept it, no matter how much we're going to miss those sweet, milky smiles and middle-of-the-night, half-asleep snuggles.   

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It's been five years since we started nursing and you guys have definitely felt all five of them. Nursing is hard. It changes you. You're softer, a bit saggier, you're down where you used to be up. But you know what? What you did? AMAZING. You made exactly what my babies needed to grow up healthy and strong, you comforted and soothed, and you taught me some humility. That leaking thing that happens? Yeah, I could've done without that, but it helped me not take myself too seriously. I mean, you can't really be serious when your shirt looks like it's crying as you walk through the supermarket, am I right?

Middle-aged-mom boobs get a lot of flack. You have been pinched, pulled, and bitten. You have been criticized for not being perky and bouncy anymore.

Don't listen to the haters.

YOU ARE AMAZING.

And you know what? You still have a lot of life in you. There's still a husband who loves you in spite of gravity and stretch marks. And those babies? Even though they aren't babies anymore, they're going to need snuggles and hugs and comfort.  

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Now that we're getting older, we're going to have to do some things we have never done before, just to keep you healthy, keep you safe. You're going to have to get squished in a mammogram machine, and it's going to be uncomfortable. But a little discomfort is a small price to pay considering all you've done for me.

So, yeah, getting older is hard. Change is hard. Not getting down on yourself for not meeting some unattainable, unrealistic, arbitrary, and unfairly youthful beauty standard is hard. But you two are perfect. You're beautiful and you're perfect.

Sure, you won't ever point straight out again, you won't ever have tiny pink nipples again, you may get a random stray hair or a few more stretch marks, but that's okay. That's part of life and growth and aging. I'm confident in my body, and you had a lot to do with that. You taught me that function often matters more than form and that beauty can be saggy, wrinkly, and soft.

So thank you. Thank you, not only for helping my babies grow up, but for helping me grow up. Y'all are awesome.

Love,

Me

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