Growing up I always had boobs. Yes as far as I can remember I had them and lots of it. So much that I disliked them. I often wished I could push them around behind me so that no one could see them. Rita and Jenny (my two boobs) got in the way of everything.. I couldn’t

play netball without them jumping all over the place, I did not like running as they felt too heavy and I didn’t want them to parade in front of my class mates, I stopped wearing small tops and had quickly advanced to medium  just so they could be accommodated; it was frustrating when nothing was fitting anymore. They were like magnets for young adolescent boys in high school and young men who thought the body was maturing quickly and I am sure they wondered if and how they could get a better view. My dislike for them took me to began watching cosmetic  surgeries and thought about having a reduction; I wore tops that would make them look smaller (hiding them)  but made me look much older. WHY? I disliked the unwanted attention they gave me but walking around with a high chest on a small frame must have drawn attention.

As I grew older and matured my outlook on my boobs gradually changed and one day while shopping  a young lady said to me “ you are so lucky to have so much and I have none”. Over time I learned how to appreciate them as a part of my entire definition. I began the process of loving them because they were what made me unique. So I began to dress them up and fix them up and I didn’t need to perk them up since they were always up. I loved shopping for close fitted tops and these days I am usually seen around town in tank tops and jeans with Rita and Jenny ahead of me…

A lot of us men and women have parts of our body that we may not like, some have no boobs,  little or no butt, small penis, ugly toes, big nose, big lips, funny shaped heads, Big eyes, little eyes… you name and we allow it to bother us so much that we end up limiting ourselves to grow and so the things that are more important. Whatever it is that you are still hung up on hating about you is sabotaging your future, lowering your self esteem. Love the colour of skin, the way your big lips curl when you laugh, the little boobs you put in the bikini and the no butt you sport in your short shorts and LOVE  IT. That is what makes you unique. THAT IS WHAT DEFINES YOU. The right person for you will love it, not just tolerate it but love all of you including your body parts that you don’t like.

Your body and you have to exist everyday. You cannot change your body like clothes so it is best you start the process of loving you inside out…