The resulting cleavagesomething Id never really hadwould make my husband do eye-roll-inducing double takes.
Meanwhile, whenever Iwasntwearing a bra, my dog would make a run at lick my nipples.
(Cue: some interesting 2 a.m. Google searches.)
Id known that pregnancy and motherhood would make my breasts bigger and sorer.
Im not someone whos ever had to think much about my boobs.
Sure, as a teenager, I dreamed they might grow bigger.
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Then they started aching.
Even putting on a shirt too quickly could make me flinch.
They just seemed bulky to me, and annoying.
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And as soon as my daughter arrived, they became practical, workmanlike tools to feed her.
Instead of your breasts being yours, theyre owned by this mom.
The disconnect is always there.
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This, I realized, was the heart of why these changes had struck me so deeply.
My identity had shifted, taking on the stereotypes and baggage of the label of mom.
I wont lieId happily take my pre-baby perkiness back.
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