Breasts.. got your attention.. lol.
The other day at work I was assigned to the fitting room for most of the day, an unusual place for me. It is not that I can't do it, but simply think I am more comfortable being the last thing they see not the first when buying bras. I have learned a lot over the past 6 years working with woman and their breasts.. yes I said Breasts! I now have the skills to look at a woman and guess her bra size like some kind of party trick at a boring function. I use the pink measuring tape sometimes just to make them feel better about my guess because they mostly want to be smaller around then they really are. It's a girl thing.
It is a fact that woman are mean and critical of each other and honesty this blog would not contain all the comments I have about that. Maybe another day and another post. I have seen woman in every shape and size and it completely cliche to say they are all beautiful in their own way, but they are. A woman's breast are a symbol of femininity and of course power. The way we see them as we age changes from adolescence to womanhood, through the stages of growth physically and emotionally. Our emotions about the size and shape can be felt in society when we recognize the amount of plastic surgery woman go through for what they or someone else sees as ideal.
Our breast are just one of those things that make us feel like women... now imagine as a woman you lost them.
There was a timid woman in her 50's in the fitting room the other day that barely had enough strength to tell me she had a mastectomy on one side because of Cancer. My grandmother had a double mastectomy because of breast cancer so i had seen the scars and the impact on the female form. This was a stranger though, a woman in need of help to feel feminine.
As she talked about herself and the way she felt about her physical change it stuck me how she was filled with self doubt and insecurity. She said " this one is the bad side" .. I touched her shoulder and said "no, its just different now."
At the end of our time together this transformed woman walked out of my sight with her shoulders back and feeling "pretty" again.
The bottom line is Love your breasts.. size does not matter in this case! Love what god gave you and be thankful for them in what ever form they are in.
It is a fact that woman are mean and critical of each other and honesty this blog would not contain all the comments I have about that. Maybe another day and another post. I have seen woman in every shape and size and it completely cliche to say they are all beautiful in their own way, but they are. A woman's breast are a symbol of femininity and of course power. The way we see them as we age changes from adolescence to womanhood, through the stages of growth physically and emotionally. Our emotions about the size and shape can be felt in society when we recognize the amount of plastic surgery woman go through for what they or someone else sees as ideal.
Our breast are just one of those things that make us feel like women... now imagine as a woman you lost them.
There was a timid woman in her 50's in the fitting room the other day that barely had enough strength to tell me she had a mastectomy on one side because of Cancer. My grandmother had a double mastectomy because of breast cancer so i had seen the scars and the impact on the female form. This was a stranger though, a woman in need of help to feel feminine.
As she talked about herself and the way she felt about her physical change it stuck me how she was filled with self doubt and insecurity. She said " this one is the bad side" .. I touched her shoulder and said "no, its just different now."
At the end of our time together this transformed woman walked out of my sight with her shoulders back and feeling "pretty" again.
The bottom line is Love your breasts.. size does not matter in this case! Love what god gave you and be thankful for them in what ever form they are in.
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