I remember when you first appeared on the scene. I certainly wasn’t an ‘early developer’ and that bra my Godmother gave me sat in my top draw for a long time before I got to wear it! The bra was Country Road, the only Country Road thing I owned.
It wasn’t super fun when you appeared. But I got used to you. You were probably bigger than you needed to be when I went on the pill in my late teens. Was nice to ditch that damn pill in my twenties and I still remember fondly how amazing you looked in my wedding dress – thanks for being perky and lovely for that event.
I’ve always been happy to be a 10E or 12DD, depending on the season. But wow you got to a whole new level of huge when I was pregnant and then breast-feeding.
And as for the moment when my milk came in – it was like you were possessed! I’ve never been more uncomfortable and yet you were performing a miracle right in front of my eyes.
It’s fair to say that even though I had a healthy respect for you in my youth, our love affair only began when you stepped into the role you were born for. When my son came along you amazed me.
You blew me out of the water.
You cracked and bled a little and then you got sick. But you soldiered on. You kept performing this miracle and you made me so proud each time the baby got weighed – YOU did that – YOU grew the babies!
There was always so much milk and I’m very grateful for that. We never had trouble settling a babe while you were around. It was a lovely partnership we had. I relied on you for aeroplane rides, for soothing unhappy teethers, for mornings and nights, and before sleeps and after sleeps, and just because.
But you are SO over maternity bras. I know it, I feel it too. While your perkiness has gone and you are weathered and worn, can I just say you have done a fabulous job. Ten out of ten for you dear Boobs. I know I could have continued to ask you to supply milk to our youngest, but I’m ready to stop.
It does make me sad for us to lose that thing we’ve had for the past five and a half years of pregnancy, baby, pregnancy, baby, pregnancy and last baby. Lots of ups and downs in bra sizes in that time, but you were steady throughout and did the job so well.
I’m grateful to you because you have given me some of the most precious moments of my whole life. Holding my baby in my arms and wrapping them in the warmth of my body and feeding them your sweet milk – golden moments I will treasure forever. I am sitting here crying as I write this letter, aching in the knowledge it will be no longer but secure in the fact that we did it – we gave them the best we could.
Love you, Boobs. Here’s to the next stage of our lives and underwire again!
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