I know something I always say is, that we shouldn't compare our situations to other people's, and I totally 100% still agree with that however, I was thinking about something recently that made me think that, you know, sometimes it is okay to compare things a little bit if it's going to help you realise that things aren't as bad as they seem. I think there are different ways of comparing your situation to anothers and, I guess, in this post, I'm going to be talking about it in a sense that's more on the positive side of things (I think?.. I'm a little worried about this post because it slightly contradicts 90% of my usual thoughts.. but here we go...)

Boobs. That's a topic I don't usually talk about. Sometimes I mention that I'm a little insecure about them, yada yada yada, but I don't ever really go into detail as to why. 

I feel like, despite being a female of age, I've never really known what it's like to have boobs. I don't know what it's like to feel like a voluptuous woman, or to have amazing cleavage when wearing a low cut top. I don't know what it's like to grab my boobs whilst running up the stairs and really have a 'right handful', or even what it's like to wear a nicely fitting bra. You see, the boobs I have now probably don't even fall under the category of 'boobs' in the first place. I'll keep this explanation short and sweet, but basically, they're like two tiny empty potato sacks.... they are like two deflated, flat balloons. They used to be pretty big before I lost weight (although I don't really remember what that was like at all), and now after loosing nearly half my body weight, my boobs haven't been left in the most perky and bouncy condition.

At this moment in time, I'm incredibly unhappy with my boobs. They make me feel like I'm in someone else's body or like I'm carrying round a reoccurring memory of the 'old me'. They don't make me feel sexy or attractive, they don't make me feel comfortable with my body and they don't look the way that I would like them to. They actually make me feel pretty sad, and almost like I resemble some 90 year old woman. Honestly, they're not the boobs I want.

I see other girls and I feel sooooo incredibly envious. I wish my boobs were perky and cute, and not dangling like a pair of spaniel's ears. I want to wear low cut, sexy dresses and feel attractive - sometimes I might want to ooze 'sex' and not 'cute little girl' like I do 90% of the time. I just want to feel good about them. I want to feel like I have nice breasts... is that too much to ask? I spend my time dreaming about what I'd look like with my 'ideal' boobs or what I'd look like if I'd always been slim... what would they look like? I just wish I could see myself and not feel ugly or bad about them.

Despite feeling like this though, I guess, I've slowly learnt to appreciate them - they are what they are. Don't get me wrong, I will 100% be getting something done to rectify the situation as soon as I can do, but for now, I've just got to live with what I've got.

At the end of the day, I can wish and wish and wish for a pair of brand new boobs, but until I actually lie down on a surgical table and get 'em sorted out, nothing is going to change, and I've got to just go with that. It's something I began thinking about a few weeks ago (the idea of accepting my boobs, I mean), and I realised that things could be a lot worse than they are. And so, despite still wanting to change them, in the mean time, I'm going to try and like them as much as I can.

Essentially, I began thinking about things like illnesses and disabilities, and how there are people out there dealing with much bigger things when it comes to their bodies. I began thinking about how sooo many women out there would do anything to have my boobs - to have Cancer-free boobs, or how sometimes I complain about my thighs when there are people out there who have lost limbs serving for our country. I'm sat here feeling sorry for myself because my boobs are a bit flatter and saggier than I'd like (ew, I'm sorry to use the word saggy lol), when there are women out there who no longer have their breasts, and people out there that would give anything to have parts of themselves that I, and most people, take for granted.

It made me feel a bit selfish and ungrateful. It made me realise that, yeah, sure, I'm allowed to be uncomfortable with them and it's okay that I want to change them, but I shouldn't 'hate' them; I should appreciate the fact that they're there. And, it doesn't matter if you're someone who's boobs are like two big juicy watermelons, or whether you're the smallest cup size there is to be, we should all appreciate them and learn to appreciate each other's too.

"It's easy to forget how precious it is to be alive"

I see so much 'boob hate' on the internet and it drives me up the wall. ALL BOOBS ARE FABULOUS, and just because you might be one bra size and someone else might be another, doesn't mean you can't get along. I'm bored of seeing the words 'fried eggs' or 'pancakes' or alternatively, reading things about how big breasted ladies don't get 'pretty bras' or how they have 'boob sweat' - I just think it's unnecessary. If you love your boobs, that's fantastic! But, don't go round shaming other people just because they don't fall in the same category of 'breastiness' as you. I'd love to see a little bit less of that.

Anyway, let's get back on topic a little bit... 

I needed to show myself that, yeah, my boobs might not be the most amazing pair out there, or my body might not look exactly how I want it too, but at least they're not filled with harmful cells and putting me in danger or at least I'm not dealing with something much much worse.

I need to learn to appreciate the boobs that I've got before I can go ahead and appreciate a new perkier pair. Yes, they might not be perfect, but they're there and they're mine and I've got to be happy with that. We all need to remember to be grateful for what we have sometimes, even without comparing ourselves to others - it's great to just be alive.

So, what I'm trying to say is, (there are probably millions of ways I could have discussed this, but I chose to go down the 'boob' route) yes, there may be parts of ourselves that we are uncomfortable and unhappy with, and yes, maybe, like me, you want to change them... but in the mean time, don't forget to appreciate that you even have that part of you in the first place. Appreciate the fact that you're not dealing with an illness or injury and that you're alive and well. Learn to see that things could be much worse and as long as you're happy and healthy, for now, you need to learn to love and live with yourself the way that you are.

Of course, I realise, it's not always fair to compare yourself and your worries to a situation like that, but at least just think about it. It really does help to put things into perspective. ♥