I’ve always hated them, no, always been ashamed of them. They’re something to be hidden away under baggy clothes, the subject of school playground bullying. Even beyond the playground, I’ve had past partners laugh at them and even the girl measuring me in a lingerie shop said ‘if mine were like that I wouldn’t show my face in public’. I learnt to hide them away, learnt to not let people touch them and nobody protested.
Then along came a really special person, I didn’t realise how so at first. Even though you told me you weren’t a boob man I didn’t really believe you, everybody loves boobs right? But even now i still remember the fear I felt when you first undressed me, I was expecting you to recoil and make your excuses to leave. That fear was then replaced by a new fear, you reached out to touch them, I froze. But you soon discovered they’re directly linked to my clit as soon as you pinch and twist them I’m totally yours or as you often call them, my ‘on switch’!
The way you’re so non-judgemental and encouraging has changed me, my confidence has soared, for that alone I can’t thank you enough. Except maybe that time you called them cute, I’m still plotting my revenge for that! Having said that, instead of hiding away when you did so I laughed, that’s something I could never have done in the past.
After all those years of being torn into pieces I have finally found my strength. Time and encouragement has helped teach me not to worry too much what others think and just be myself.
So to all you out there that tried to destroy me you actually made me the person I am and I have one thing to say to you all…BOOBS!