Body Image: Getting Something off my Chest

This is part of an ever expanding series on body image and mirror work.

Had planned to save the breast for last…(sorry, really couldn’t quite hold back)

So alas I find myself being drawn to post the part of my body I have loved the most.

They are my breast assets, in my humble opinion both energetically and physically.

These breasts, they carry the energy of my heart, my love both for my children and others.

Long, easily stimulated pencil eraser tip nips;

The cherries on top of darkened areolas, the peak of mounding soft flesh of DD/DDD proportions, depending on who’s measuring, of course.

More than a mouth or handful for sure.
they can be a source of both pleasure
and contempt for me,

Having preferred for so long to keep them in hiding.

They were something I prized, yet I couldn’t tolerate the hunger I could see them create within a man’s eyes,

with their voluptuous size and ever prominent erect nipples unless hidden, unbidden under excessive padding.

Now as I continue to embrace and have greater compassion for this woman of great fire and passion, I begin to flaunt doing my best to balance the taunt, treading somewhat between doing so cautiously and precariously.

These breasts a pillow for only a handful of fellows, yet the producers of much pleasure and the white gold of a mother. They nourished my children as babies and toddlers, bearing the burden of their nutrition.

These breasts, no longer a source of unbidden suffering finally now for me a wholesome and nutritious source of celebration.

Namaste.
__/|\__ Metta

2016.02.06