I have a really short attention span. I get bored way too easily. I'm over the whole 'I'm grateful for' title already, though not the practice. So I'm gonna change it up and share my gratitude in a more fluent, less listy way each day. Cos that's how I roll. This week at least.
I've been thinking about boobs. I mentioned the other day that I splurged and bought myself a fantastic new sports bra. It was not cheap, but my gosh does it keep the girls in check. A few people asked me about it... I bought the Berlei Ultimate Performance crop (aka the 'strap em in and tie em down bra). I've done a couple of decent runs in it now and not so much as a jiggle. I like that.
Last year my friend had an Intimo party and though I couldn't attend I ordered a miracle bra. My boobs have worked hard and are well deserving of a miracle. Again it was a bit of an investment, but I liked it so much that I bought another two with the rest of my Christmas dosh (and a g-banger that I'll never wear, but it's nice to own a matching set).
I usually buy $10 bras. Some $10 bras are really good! Others are crapola. None have helped shape my ridiculously malleable breasts into a shape I like, so I'm considering my recent over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder splurges an investment into feeling good. I like the way I look and feel in my new bras. I really do. And it does feel a little decadent to spoil myself like that. Very nice.
Four pregnancies and nine years (and counting) of breastfeeding various combinations of my children mean that my boobs don't look like they used to.
Then again nor does my face, or my belly. And that is fine.
The once perky chest region no longer resembles that societal preference for breasts that look like your milk has just come in (preferably without such a thing happening. Plastic fantastic. You know what I mean). Actually they never did. And I think if people want to pay for those boobs and can afford to then that is awesome, but I'll stick with my nice new bras and a body that shows its wear.
For you see, my boobs are working boobs. A bit like working dogs, they may not be the prettiest you've ever seen but they're damned good at their job.
So I'm grateful I've been able to spoil my boobs a bit lately. I know how lucky I am that breastfeeding has been relatively easy for us and while I have moments of wishing they'd slow their descent, I remind myself often that they've nurtured four babies and that's a pretty good effort indeed.
Well done boobs. Well done.