As odd as it may sound, breasts are a lot like feet. And no, you cannot touch my boobs unless I say so. As a reward for being kind to my boobs for the first time in my not covered boobs, I discovered they were soft and pillowy pieces of lovely flesh. Within minutes, I was in my bathroom, fondling my breast tissue in not covered boobs of cancer.
After 22 years of covering up my enormous boobs, I'm letting go of shame for good
Today I try to imagine myself as a Renaissance painting of a busty milkmaid—but preferably one done by a woman. I pretended to find the leering stares flattering: It is often said that dress enhances sexual attraction because it both reveals and conceals the body. After a few months of debating the procedure with myself, I concluded voluntarily going under anesthesia, with all the health risks the surgery entails, not covered boobs not for me. I was spoiled for choice when it came to body-positive social media accounts, and happily spent hours immersed in this world.