i’ve spent a lot of my life not feeling too comfortable in my own skin. i’ve always felt too fat or too tall or too something. most of the time i feel like a cartoon version of a normal girl. my eyes are big, my hands are big, my laugh is loud, my moods swing. there really isn’t anything subtle about me, and really that’s not a bad thing.
as i inch ever closer to thirty, i’m starting to get comfortable with who i am. more than that, i think i am comfortable with who i am not. i am not petite, or quiet or subtle. i’ll never be classy, elegant or a supermodel. finally i am ok with that. i’m happy being a bawdy, loud, broad.
my body and i are still having a tumultuous relationship, someday i hope to make peace with it. no matter my feelings towards my body, i’ve almost always been a big fan of my breasts. they are pretty, like my eyes. they are big and unsubtle, like me.
they are mine and i have chosen to show them off. they are mine and i am proud of them. now, i am hoping i can transfer the love and pride i have for my breasts to the rest of my body.