I forgive you for growing to a size that costs me over $100 per bra. I forgive you for being a size that means I can never wear a fancy, lacy, small-strapped bra.
Instead, Boobs, I will ensure that I have the right sized bra, despite the fact that they look like they belong in a hospital.
I forgive you for weighing so much that I have back problems, bad enough back problems to qualify for a government-funded reduction. I will also forgive you for hardening one nipple but not the other so as to confuse others as to whether I am cold or not.
I will forgive all this if you forgive me.
Forgive me for wondering why you smell funny sometimes, for dumping food on you regularly, and, for not putting lotion on you frequently enough.
Boobs, I’m sorry I don’t always do my monthly check for lumps!
Thank you for being part of my femininity, my physique, and silhouette.
Thank you for nourishing my daughter who turned 10 this spring.
Thank you for giving me a fighting chance in the dating pool and thanks again for always being a welcome guest during sex.
~Amanda Ramsay, FolkWoman.ca