This applies to men and woman, rich or poor, young or old, EVERYONE. Why is that? One would think brain power would be more important. Or having common sense, well balanced mental health, any other factory you think is valuable but NO it is breasts. Someone please explain to me how this works!!!
I am no different then anyone else and never gave it much thought until I had a bilateral mastectomy. Over night I because a mutilate woman of lesser value. I was unable to look at my image in a mirror. I felt extremely ugly. Over the years that have followed I looked at my self image. When I was young my mother always claimed to everyone that she was proud of me because I have a wonderful appetite. That I was a woman of value because of my eating. I grew up fat. I grew up believing that overeating was good for me. What I was being taught was my father like slender women and that he would never like me because I was fat. My mother would never like me because I was fat but admired my appetite. Years of therapy taught me the truth. My mother was jealous of my relationship with my father and did every thing she could to make me into someone my father would not like. I have no idea why she set up our relationship the way she did and there is nothing I can do to change it so it is what it is.
My life would have gone on to be lived like this forever except for one important factor - KAY. I didn't want her to see me naked and fought that idea for a long time. She finally convinced me how I physically looked was unimportant. What was important was how I was inside. The amazing woman that she is! This is why I am a woman that has been incredible lucky to be with her. She didn't give a hoot if I had breasts or not. She just wanted me. So at the late age of 63 I finally figured out that love - true love - was accepting a person for who they are from the inside to the outside. Not just the package or the wrapping but who they are on the inside. All the rest is unimportant.
I believe this post was directed at myself - maybe stimulated by you but at myself. I rarely talk about this stuff with my mother and with my body but it just popped out today. What I was trying to make myself see is the only important part was accepting myself and not caring if others accept me that way. The only other opinion about me that counts is Kay because I give her my everything and I want to share all of me with her.
I truly hope that everyone here has such a person in their lives to be that open and honest with and to celebrate their life with. All those others with opinions matters for not. Not one little bit as it is unimportant. If it doesn't celebrate you, as yourself, then it isn't important enough to be consider as a meaningful part of your life. Eliminate those from your life that don't celebrate you.
Celebrate your being. Celebrate your oneness, importance, eternal meaning. Celebrate YOU
take GOoD care dear friend