Breasts. Boobies. Titties.

I like big boobs. I like my big boobs. I like other people's big boobs. One of my friends has this really comforting pair that make you feel at home and sleepy in the best possible way. It's like her chest is one of those weighted anxiety blankets. They make me feel safe. My boobs are jealous of hers.

I married a boob man. I believe Husband first fell in love with me (the desperado) when he saw me fondling my own boobs. They're really nice and soft and they're fun to play with and, often, I just can't help myself. I like to stroke my boobs, the soft, silky skin is the perfect anxiety cure and there's nothing more comforting than placing my hands under them on a cold day for warmth.

Anyway, I like boobs and I don't feel like myself if I'm not showing some cleavage. This post is in defense of women showing their boobs because I adore it and I'm not doing it for attention. I'm simply more comfortable that way and, also, there's no hiding them.

At first, I felt like I was asking for it. The comments and stares were what I really wanted, deep down. But I don't thrive on attention from men. I don't even really thrive on attention from my Husband. I thrive on myself. Am I happy? Do I feel comfortable? Does my outfit feel suitably ridiculous? Do I feel confident?

I don't mind people looking at me, that's fine. It doesn't offend me but you know those men who will lean? Or those who sit really close and let their jaws hang open? Even when I'm with my child. Now that pisses me off. It's simple enough to say -- if you don't like being gawked at don't dress the way you do -- but why do I have to dress to fit into some ideal? Why do I have to feel uncomfortable just to be allowed to walk around a shop without being bothered?

I should be allowed to have my tits out and enter a sex shop without being followed by creepy old men. I should be allowed to walk onto a train without having my chest grabbed. I should be allowed to live in whatever way I choose because I'm not hurting anyone. When I was younger people (boys) used to take photos of my cleavage and send them around. They'd sit and stare, snap a photo, giggle, and then stare some more. I felt used. Dirty. Disgusting. And I tried to change how I dressed and presented myself but eventually I decided I wasn't happy that way either.

So, what's your choice? Be ogled or be uncomfortable? Eventually I realised it was never going to change and just got over it, at least to the point where I no longer let it affect my life. But wouldn't it be nice if a woman could walk around with some nice, juicy cleavage (or, heck, even topless) and it's just a non-event? Nobody comments about how she'll get attacked and it'll be on her. Nobody gawks. Nobody says a fucking word because it doesn't bloody matter. Man, that'd be grand.