Dear Former Curves,
As I look back on the changes my body has undergone since becoming a parent, it’s you that I find myself missing the most. Sure, I pine for the days when I could laugh freely without checking for any unintentional leaks, or wear my beloved shoes that I had to part with after my feet grew unexpectedly. Yes, I dream of a flat stomach that doesn’t resemble the aftermath of a food fest. But you, my dear curves, were my most cherished asset—a reliable source of confidence amid all the transformations.
You were the crowning glory of my figure, a delightful B+ that added just the right amount of allure to my petite frame. While bras were certainly an option, they weren’t a necessity, as you were perfectly proportioned to give me that flattering shape. In the spirit of a classic sitcom, you were genuine and simply fantastic.
My dear curves, I now understand that I may have taken you for granted. For over a decade, you remained loyal, and yet, I never paused to appreciate your beauty. Perhaps I didn’t express enough gratitude or tend to your needs. Because the moment I stopped nursing, you decided to bid me farewell.
You became smaller, less defined, and sadly, my once full B+ breasts transformed into mere A cups.
Don’t misunderstand me; I am in awe of your remarkable capabilities. You nourished two tiny humans! That’s an incredible feat! You did so without the horror stories of cracked nipples or infections that kept me up at night. Kudos to you!
But now that your primary mission is complete, it seems you’ve chosen to exit my life. Even if I may not need you for sustenance anymore, I still want you! I wish for you to restore that sense of femininity when I feel a little less than fabulous. I yearn for the confidence boost that only you could provide.
Alas, no amount of pleading (unless I’m talking to a plastic surgeon) will bring you back to your former glory. So, I must learn to accept this new reality. Before I bid you farewell, however, I want to express my gratitude. Thank you for the years of confidence you gifted me, for your timely arrival at that unforgettable school dance, for your ability to fill out sundresses and tank tops sans a bra. Most importantly, thank you for nurturing my sons.
I recognize that I’m more than just my physical attributes. I’m still attractive (especially when I manage to shower). I’m still me. So maybe I don’t have those spectacular curves anymore, but at least I can still rely on my collection of padded bras to give me a little lift.
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In summary, while I bid adieu to my pre-baby curves, I embrace the journey ahead with a blend of nostalgia and hope.