Knockers, The Girls, Hooters, or Whatever else you want to call them.

OK, WARNING! I am going to talk about breasts. So if that offends you or or even bores you I suggest you read someone else's blog today.

With that said let me begin.

I sometimes wonder why I remember things from my childhood that really is not important. One thing I remember is seeing my mom's naked breasts when I was about 11 years old. So this would have made her around her mid 30's. I thought they were very strange looking. I wondered why the nipples were so large. And I hoped my breasts would never look like that.

I know, I am sorry, but I did warn you.

Any way, the other day I was dressing in my bedroom and thought nobody was around so I did not close my door. My 16 year old daughter walked by and saw my naked breasts. My breasts are not an area of my body I feel needs improvement. But not according to my daughter. She made comments to everyone else in the family that day about how she was traumatized by seeing my boobs and never wanted that to happen again. I took a good look in the mirror and found they looked very similar to the ones I saw at around 11.

For a while now she has been telling me I need a better support bra, (My Gosh, when did my boobs start heading South?) and freaking out if I was walking around in a pajama top with no bra on. (If it were socially acceptable I would go without a bra all day long.)

Yesterday I decided to try on a better support bra with her help choosing one of course. After finding the right size I put it on and felt like my breasts were going to touch my chin. They looked ridiculous. I guess I like the more natural look and you can keep those damn push up bras.

I don't mind my body aging so much. As long as I feel healthy. Which I do not right now and need to get in shape but that's another story.

I want to be so comfortable with my body that I would not mind walking on a nudist beach. I love the idea that people can view the body as a part of God's great design.

So, I apologize to my mother for thinking she had ugly breasts. I know now that my daughter feels the same way about mine and I know she is mistaken. She'll realize her mistake one day.