Breastfeeding Helped Me Embrace My Small Breasts

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When I was in middle school, I begged my mom for a bra. I was far from needing one, but every girl in the locker room had one, making me feel like an outlier with my flat chest. At that age, I thought the “boob fairy” simply hadn’t visited me yet. Little did I know, I would be waiting for years, and when she finally arrived, it would be with an empty bag, offering me only a scrap of what could have been.

I was the perfect candidate for the “barely-A” cup. The reigning queen of the Flat-Chested Society. Picture a fusion of a supermodel’s height with Marilyn Monroe’s curves—minus the bust. As much as I tried to embrace body positivity, my lack of curves often made me feel less than feminine. I spent my formative years feeling “unwomanly,” battling nonexistent cleavage and struggling to fill out a swimsuit. I resorted to padded bras, wishing for just a B-cup to balance out my pear-shaped figure.

Looking back at that girl, I can’t help but feel a mix of pity and amusement. She had no clue about the incredible power hidden in her small breasts.

When I became pregnant with my first child, I was thrilled to see my body transform. As my belly rounded, my breasts swelled too. After giving birth, I experienced an astonishing shift—from a solid B to a C, and then a D in mere days. While that rapid change was temporary, I eventually settled into a comfortable B+. For the first time, I felt a sense of femininity and fullness.

However, it was breastfeeding that truly transformed my perspective. I had always planned to nurse, but I never anticipated how it would change my feelings about my body. Watching my daughter latch on, I was in awe—my tiny breasts were providing her with everything she needed for growth. I marveled as she developed rolls and chubby cheeks, all thanks to my milk.

My once-unremarkable breasts were performing a miracle every day. I fell in love with them, a sentiment that only deepened as I nursed my second daughter. When my brother-in-law and his wife adopted a newborn, they wanted him to have breast milk, and I was able to pump for him while feeding my own baby. Both babies thrived on the creamy, nutritious milk my body produced. It felt like a superpower, proving that my A-cups were far from inconsequential.

Years have passed since I last breastfed, yet my admiration for my breasts remains strong. I like to think I would have learned to love them eventually, even without the experience of nursing. After all, there are distinct perks to having smaller breasts—they remain “perky,” they won’t sag, and I can comfortably lie on my stomach or run without discomfort, even without a sports bra.

Yet, I doubt I would appreciate these benefits nearly as much had I not witnessed the extraordinary capabilities of my breasts. Perhaps the breast fairy knew exactly what she was doing all along.

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Summary

This blog post recounts the author’s journey from feeling insecure about her small breasts to embracing their power through the experience of breastfeeding. It highlights the transformation in her self-image as she nurtured her children, ultimately finding beauty and strength in her body’s ability to provide.