Remember when I was in middle school?
Remember when I tried on a push up bra for the first time and Katie laughed at the sight of me?
Remember how I prayed through the rest of my teenage years that one day my boobs would be bigger than hers?
I didn’t mean it.
No, that’s not true. I did mean it. But I’ve changed my mind.
See, I thought that You already answered that prayer with a resounding NO. But now that I’m pregnant and now that my body’s taking on a new shape little by little every day, I’ve realized that 1) I didn’t quite understand what I was asking for back then and 2) there’s a chance that your answer wasn’t a no, but instead, “Hold on.” So being older, wiser and kinda nervous about my newly evolving body, I’d like to amend my former prayers regarding my bra size.
1) May I please be ever in comfortable proportion to the rest of my body?
2) May Your will be done?
I don’t want it any other way.
In the name of Jesus, Amen.
Right there with ya! I used to think I wanted nothing more than to have bigger boobs. How wrong I was! I realize that when they are full of milk, they are probably more uncomfortable than non-lactating boobs, but still would be in the way, make all my clothes fit awkwardly, and make daily life a little less comfortable in general. Pregnancy and nursing definitely made me appreciate my normal body much, much more.
The grass only *seems* greener on the other side.
When my sister was in her teens, she had a room mate she worked with. One day my sister left for work and the room mate was still getting ready. I was about 12 years old. I had a hamster named ” Tiggy” , and she stuffed her jowls full of food. I did not knock, and burst right in. The room mate was not fully dressed. I was showing off hamster and said, look how big Tiggys breasts are! I ran into the door, dropped Tiggy, Tiggy spit out her food, and ran down the hall with the family cat right behind. From then on I knock on doors. The hamster was OK. But my head hurt awhile.
LOL, I can definitely imagine your befuddled state of mind at your embarrassing encounter, causing you to mix things up like that. 🙂
Glad the hamster was okay. Now I’m wondering if you ever tried to show off her stuffed jowls again ….
I don’t know what to do with you, Charley.
Oh my….so cute.
His will, will be done. In some areas, we have no choices 🙂
Can’t stop smiling. And I started this read with a few blurts of “oh my gosh!” I remember when my milk came in for the first time with Ethan, and maybe its reeeally awful of me, but I could not stop my enjoyment and amazement of how huge my boobs were to me….I absolutely loved it. And then……..the milk left and so did the boobs. Boo…..I should’ve never made you feel like your boobies were “less than”.
I can’t wait to see your posts when you are hitting middle age ! 😀