unedited for 100 days. Day 37

Boobs are so weird. I'm still trying to figure out how I feel about my own. I've never been a cleavage girl but not because I think it's wrong. I think I'm just not a boob girl. I've just never thought of my boobs as a center piece. For me they are best when they are tucked in and out of the way. I feel best in a sports bra or a bra-lette (you know those lace bras that offer zero lift and no support). What I never realized though was the way they would change after having a baby. Breastfeeding seemingly melted my boobs to a permanent weary state. I've pondered the thought of doctoring them up. With the help of some good old silicone, I could get a little perk back. I've got plenty of family members and friends with some falsies and I think they look great! After all, the female form is lovely and I see no wrong in embracing your form the way it is or enhancing it in any way you like. I equate it to tattoos. It's my body and I will use it, love it and express it in whatever way I please! I especially love the way surgeons have made it possible for many women to recreate their feminine form after life saving surgeries. We live in amazing times. Still, I don't know if a boob job is for me. I recall listening to a european girlfriend of mine, as she described the liberty and normalcy of the topless culture back home (at the beach of course). She explained that boobs just aren't a big deal. Men back home are used to seeing boobs of all kinds. Droopy boobs aren't something to hide. How nice does that sound? Lounging on the beach with a marg, letting your girls lay off to the side in all of their natural glory with zero shame. The only time I ever went topless on a public beach was in Costa Rica, where it is socially acceptable yet still somewhat of a head turning choice. It was the best feeling! I won't say that I was completely confident- but I enjoyed the freedom. What I do know is that if I ever go on the docs table, I will be one hundred percent certain that I was doing it for no one but myself. And if I decide to leave them be, it may be because I found my way to a beach in Europe where I saw hundreds of tatas just like mine. Ladies, let's support one another. Getting or not getting a boob job does not define us. Our boobs do not define us. Guys, let your lady know you think her boobs are perfect. Cheers to you and all the weird and awesome boobs in your life!