It has come to my attention that almost every female I know has or wants breast implants. It's become so popular amongst my friends that I sit here and wonder "should I want implants to?" I feel odd feeling like the only women I know that doesn't want them or at least I think I don't want them.
I look at myself in the mirror and I study my body, its imperfections, my "battle scars" of pregnancy and from entering motherhood. Though my body has changed I'm not too disappointed with the after math. In fact, I'm pretty impressed. No, not to be vain, but think about it. I made a human being inside of my body, ate for her, breathed for her, and lived her for her. And as she grows outside my body I still nurture her; the way mother nature intended. How beautiful is that? I think it's absolutely amazing what the human body can do. It was so worth every imperfection and physical reminder left on my body.
Now don't get me wrong. To each their own, and everyone has different reasons for wanting different things to be changed about themselves. There's not too many days that pass that I see my reflection and don't wish things could be nipped and/or tucked away. However, having a daughter I don't know if I personally could put myself up to surgically changing something about myself. What message would I be sending to her? But wait.. What about these tattoos I have on my body? What about the make up I wear to cover my imperfections and to enhance my appearance, isn't that the same thing only on a different degree? Where do I really cross the line? Will any of this really effect the way I teach my daughter to love herself? These are good questions that I don't have the answers to. Questions that have me reflecting upon my entire life and the image I am portraying to her.
I look at myself in the mirror and I study my body, its imperfections, my "battle scars" of pregnancy and from entering motherhood. Though my body has changed I'm not too disappointed with the after math. In fact, I'm pretty impressed. No, not to be vain, but think about it. I made a human being inside of my body, ate for her, breathed for her, and lived her for her. And as she grows outside my body I still nurture her; the way mother nature intended. How beautiful is that? I think it's absolutely amazing what the human body can do. It was so worth every imperfection and physical reminder left on my body.
Now don't get me wrong. To each their own, and everyone has different reasons for wanting different things to be changed about themselves. There's not too many days that pass that I see my reflection and don't wish things could be nipped and/or tucked away. However, having a daughter I don't know if I personally could put myself up to surgically changing something about myself. What message would I be sending to her? But wait.. What about these tattoos I have on my body? What about the make up I wear to cover my imperfections and to enhance my appearance, isn't that the same thing only on a different degree? Where do I really cross the line? Will any of this really effect the way I teach my daughter to love herself? These are good questions that I don't have the answers to. Questions that have me reflecting upon my entire life and the image I am portraying to her.
I don't know how I am going to feel 10 or 20 years from now about this subject. Maybe one day my boobs will bother me enough for me to want to change them, maybe they'll come up with new ways to reverse the effects of age and I'll be all for it. But at the moment I am pleased to be pleased with myself even though my boobies are far smaller, far less perky than the average cosmetic enthusiast, and will probably sag to my bellybutton one day (I really hope not).
on a non serious note. I know when you die you don't get to bring any stuff with you to heaven, but do breast implants count?
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