I’m still learning to love my boobs. There was a time, some years ago now, that I hated them so much that I wanted them removed. They didn’t feel right for me, and I just needed them gone really really badly. They didn’t fit the image I had of myself, the one that helped me to feel safe growing up and that I felt most comfortable with, and they were annoying and got in the way.
I’m glad now that I didn’t, mainly because I was able to breastfeed my kids, but also because I am learning to be ok with them, bit by bit. I think there is still a huge part of me that wouldn’t be sad if they disappeared overnight, but taking photos has helped me to see them (and me) differently.