What the Hell Happened to My Boobs?
High school, post-high school,pre-kids.
I didn’t care that I sported a nice handful size b-cup. They were just enough, and on a four foot ten inch frame, anything bigger would have probably made me tip right over.
Everyone tried to warn me when I was pregnant with Camden that nothing on my body would ever be the same again. My boobs especially. Then it was everyone telling me that breastfeeding would ruin my tits. Ruin away! Because I was determined to breastfeed. And I did.
Post Camden, who is our first born – everything snapped back into place. Boobs, stomach, ass, hips. I was right back to what I was before I got pregnant with him and it was an awesome feeling.
Then came Ben. My pregnancy with him was like a giant tornado that just ruined every little spot on my body that it could. Boobs, stretch marks, anything that could go wrong… did.
But here is the catch. I wasn’t able to breastfeed him long. He nursed for 5 weeks, and that was it. And even before we started nursing, my boobs were completely shot.
I am sick of women saying “Oh I didn’t breastfeed because I wanted to save my boobs!” Bullshit, because it isn’t nursing that screws them up to begin with! That is an ignorant old wives tale!
Now please enjoy my diagram.