**Not really a “Perverse” post, but is still sexually based. There are photos, but they’re tame and non-naked as my husband doesn’t really want his wife to be an internet porn star. This is the second installment of “The Sexy Sixth” Translation: I write about something involving relationship or anything of a sexual nature on the sixth of the month.)
I think they are beautiful and frankly, while I’m only 23.7% lesbian, I have to say that I think breasts are just more attractive asthetically than what males are endowed with. Don’t get me wrong, I adore the function of the penis, but frankly? If I ever get to talk to God we are going to have a little chat about the whole look/packaging thing He decided on as far as ALL human genitalia is concerned.
I just don’t find it attractive. Sorry, but there it is.
Breasts, however, are beautiful. Even if you aren’t sexually turned on by them, cleavage is just gorgeous. Obviously, humans have thought so for quite some time. Think of all the fabulous works of art that feature the female form.
Breasts are also intregal part of my identity as a woman.
When I was younger, I had unfortunate hair, I was fat and I also had to fight having a big, crooked nose. THE GIRLS, however, ROCKED THE WORLD.
I had gorgeous breasts.
I lost most of my photos from that era when our basement flooded, but I did find one cleavage shot when I was just 15. I was going through my “Phantom of the Opera” phase and my best friend, Susie and I spent a lot of our time doing dorky photo-shoots in her basement. (Obviously not much has changed as now I spend time doing dorky photo shoots with Bridgy in HER basement!) I was proud of the girls. My high school boyfriend LOVED them. He taught me that boobs were fun.
When I was 20, I had a gastric bypass. Along with the 130 lbs I lost, I also lost my boobs right along with it. It was really sad. Although I liked my new body, I really missed my cleavage.
As time went along, I realized that it wasn’t being small chested bothered me. I think small breasts are gorgeous, too. What is NOT gorgeous is the sagginess that results when you go from being a DD to a barely B.
Because of the sag, I couldn’t even make cleavage with push-up bras. It was terrible. THIS is a very padded bra. Really, it is just the bra that is making the shape, not my breast. (Attractive photo, I know. Ignore the fact that I look like the victim of a gunshot wound to the head.)
Also, if you notice, BOTH of my wedding dresses fit horribly in the chest area (AND I STUFFED!) Sad.I felt embarrassed about my breasts when I was with my (Two) husbands. They both assured me that they loved my body and my breasts (And both tried to gain access to them at every possible moment), but I lost the confidence I had when I was younger. In a way, it was how I felt when I was heavy. I have said time and time again that my fat saved my virginity in High School because I was too embarrassed to let my boyfriend see my body.
That is how I felt about my deflated chest. I was embarrassed to have the men I was with look at them. It made me feel like less of a woman.
Over the years I often thought about having breast augmentation. I never went through with it because of money, the fact that I have medical conditions that make surgery risky, and the label of vanity that is associated with it.
When my world fell to crap last fall, I made a very hasty decision to just say, ‘What the hell” and have it done. There were LOTS of reasons why, but I was in a horrible place and wow, did my decision-making ability SUCK.
It was a difficult recovery. There were a few complications, but I made it through.My breasts took quite a bit to “Settle” and they were really swollen (See photo)for quite awhile. I have faint scaring (Doesn’t really bother me) around my aereolas because my surgeon required that I also have a “Lift” or he wouldn’t do the procedure. I had so much extra skin it would have looked awful.Now that it is over and done with, I am pretty torn. I can’t say that I would do it again ONLY because I should never have taken the health risk with my medical history and it is more money that I have to pay off. Plus, as I am finding out, others are not as impressed with my chest as I am. I’ve been called un-feminist, and mocked quite extensively (Both in fun and cruelly).
That said, I LOVE THEM. Seriously, seriously, LOVE THEM. They are pretty, full, way way way softer and more natural feeling than I ever imagined and I just have tons more confidence-both in life and in bed. I was worried that I would have a decrease in sensation in my nipples, but it actually improved it.
My body feels more correct proportionally. I think I might have gone a touch smaller if I had to change anything, but I am not sure. Some days they feel bigger than others.
cleavage out the yinyag here:
Fairly average looking, here:
And this is me last night:(Um. Yah, remember the statement I made earlier about doing weird photo shoots with Bridgy? I ran all over Logan in a nightgown so she could shoot “Ghost” photos. I’ll post them when they’re done. It was a blast, but I am afraid some of the “Out of the way” places we picked to shoot were quite well-traveled University footpaths. I’m afraid a few college guys got a bit of an eyeful. Wince.
P.S. It was freaking COLD. I will save the subject of Rock Tit for another day, though.)
Over all, I think they are pretty swell. So does Jonathan.
He L-O-V-E-S them.
When he moved back in and we had a “Talk” about my hasty decision to augment my chest, I told him that of all the screw ups a wife could do, this seemed to be one that a husband would have a pretty easy time forgiving.
I was right.