*It is raining outside and I am in a reflective mood.* **My..
Added 2021-11-23 16:37:42 +0000 UTC*It is raining outside and I am in a reflective mood.* **My breasts.** I am not writing this fishing for compliments. But I wanted to write a bit about the part of my body I have had the biggest **love/hate** relationship with. Over the years my body changed, I went through a chubbier stage and naturally slimmed down in my 20s. **They started growing fast when I was 14**; they were *never the sort to utterly defy gravity*. I grew to **hate** them and their "sag" and the *stretch marks* that came from my fluctuating weight. **I hid them in sex, wore bras constantly, searched for every possible way to make them perter,** googling sad things like *"do men like saggy breasts"*, because I thought my worth lay in my *desirability to men*. I even very seriously considered a *surgical breast lift*. **My partners never critiqued them**. A couple exes affectionately remarked on their shape; *"where are the 70s tits gone?"*, one said. *My partners love them to be honest*. It is in *my head*. Being exposed to impossibly *pert tits* in movies, fashion magazines and porn doesn't help. Looking at **vintage pinup photographs and porn** is wonderful because many of the *women had breasts like mine*, even saggier. These days, *they are not in fashion*. Now I have worked on myself a lot, and have come to **accept my body, embrace myself, and generally feel confident**... but this *insecurity can still irk me*. I tell myself not to be **greedy**, I have been *blessed with beauty and health*. But I find myself *still hiding them* during sex. *There are photos I post and delete, or never post at all*, because I think my breasts look *too* saggy. Writing it out feels good. I have no idea if any of you are reading a long caption like this, but ultimately I am human *just like you*, with my **hang ups** and *self doubt*. Felt like sharing it today.
