DIVA got hold of some intimate confessions from women grappling with just this issue. I always knew I still liked men but the comfort of being embraced by the lesbian community, something different, that made me hold my tongue.
And I in with them, despite knowing that I fancy men myself. When I was 10, I took the bra off when changing for gymnastics and accidentally dropped it in the school hallway. When I was 26, I got pregnant and my immediate fear was that my boobs would get bigger. Take solace in the fact that you are very much not alone.
The idea that breasts are shameful and unavoidably sexual is exactly what fucked me up for so much of my life. Our bodies are not porn. Yes, boobs are nice!
It was just him that was the problem. Some names have been changed, unsurprisingly. I quit gymnastics.
I was a lesbian and that was how it was. I look pretty butch despite having a male partner and identifying as bi to my close friends.
When I was 21, I got properly fitted for a bra and everyone felt the need to tell me how much better my boobs looked. Stop shaming people for having bodies. Every time a policy vurious cultural hangup treats people with breasts differently, it fucks us over.
Give it another couple decades and my breasts will probably be all wrinkly. I just had to toughen up and not think about it too much. My nipple changed shape with pregnancy.
When I was 28, I got shamed for trying to feed my screaming baby in public without a cover. As a teenager my tits were covered in stretch marks.