I just finished reading The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett and on page 968 one of the main characters is reminiscing about his wives breasts and it reads…” He remembered when they had stuck out from her chest as if they were weightless, the nipples pointing out. Then, when she was pregnant, they had become bigger, and the nipples had grown larger. Now they were lower and softer, and they swung delightfully from side to side when she walked. He had loved them through all their changes. He wondered what they would be like when she was old. Would they become shriveled and wrinkled? I’ll probably love them even then, he thought.” This stuck with me as I kept reading because this is how my oh so lovely husband feels about my breasts. He has always loved them and has told me so. Even when I can hardly stand to look at them myself in the mirror, he manages to remind me that living a full and happy life has made them this way. Becoming a mommy has changed them forever . But becoming a mommy has made me a better person and soft and sagging boobs are a reasonable price to pay. Somtimes, I catch him sneeking a loving peek at them and I think hey maybe there not so bad after all. Thank you Sean for loving me so fully and competely and reminding me that regradless of my shape, size or age I am still beautiful.
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