tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028488611286682445.post8241611343405628016..comments2023-03-26T03:19:09.467-04:00Comments on Celebreight Yourself: In Praise of Big BoobsCelebreight Yourselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11132213260503309472noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028488611286682445.post-79112460332512393932011-04-30T13:49:35.270-04:002011-04-30T13:49:35.270-04:00Hi Scarlett,
Thank you for your comment! :) Yes, ...Hi Scarlett,<br /><br />Thank you for your comment! :) Yes, I love my boobs! And I have never had any complaints at all from the men in my life. :) I guess we are like radar for "breast men", they just naturally gravitate to us, they can't help it. <br /><br />It always kills me when I hear some men say "more than a handful is a waste". ???? Like, huh? How the hell is that? They just don't know what they're missing, poor souls. :)<br /><br />When my daughter was born, I thought I would be a natural for breastfeeding, but unfortunately it didn't turn out that way. I had a hell of a time, so I ended up bottle-feeding her, which was a huge disappointment. I had really looked forward to that bonding with her. It ended up nicely anyway though, because some of my fondest memories of her babyhood is when the two of us were alone in the morning and I laid her on her little body on her back on my tummy, between my breasts, and she would have her bottle. It was such a warm, gentle, nurturing time. So even though I didn't get to breastfeed, I still loved that time with her. And then when she started growing up, she would snuggle with me on the couch and lie her head against my closest boob. Boobs are wonderful things! :)<br /><br />Glad to hear you love your boobs! Keep rockin' your girls!Celebreight Yourselfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11132213260503309472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028488611286682445.post-85517322470571851912011-04-30T10:48:45.661-04:002011-04-30T10:48:45.661-04:00Great post! I can so relate to all you said being ...Great post! I can so relate to all you said being a big boobed girl all my life. I have had a love/hate relationship with my girls. I remember my first bra (grade 4)and how embarrassed I was when a boy in line at school noticed I had on a bra and snapped it saying "ewww you're wearing a bra" My BF quickly retorted "she is not it's just a short under shirt" and gave him a push. I would try to hide them as best I could under baggy sweatshirts and curved in shoulders. However as a teenager I realized the power my big boobs had in turning boys and men to dribbling puddles. When I first met my husband he was very impressed with my "rack" and couldn't keep his hands off of them, he too would tell me how beautiful they and I were and how much fun they were and how I should be proud to flaunt them. He is always rying to get me to go braless :)Even 15 years later he is still obsessed with my tatas! However the moment I absolutely fell in love and awe of my breasts was 5 years ago after I gave birth to my daughter and they "magically" filled with life sustaining milk. 3 years ago I gave birth to my son and again admired my lovely milk heavy breasts as my son nursed, his head smaller then my boob :) My breast milk was the only source of food for my son for 7.5 mons when at 25 lbs I began to introduce solid food to him. My son now at 3 still occasionally nurses before bed but really he just loves to have a snuggle with my boobs and feel safe, secure and nourished. Thank you for your blog and for this post and the reminder to love ourselves and appreciate the wonder of our bodies including huge boobs :)Scarlettnoreply@blogger.com