“My best friend, we used to compare our breasts, and she called mine footballs because they were long and pendulous. So, no, I didn’t like the shape of my breasts.” — Marsia (The Breast Archives)

We all do this. All girls look around and try to figure out where they fit in, what kind of body is normal, which type of breasts are the best. We try to look at our breasts through other people’s eyes. Am I pretty? Do I look good?

It’s very easy for someone else to say, “Don’t do that. You’re the perfect version of you.” But it’s not so easy to believe it. Our breasts are the most public, private part of our bodies. They see the world with us! When we look in a mirror we see our hair, our face… and our breasts.

We’re taught to believe that there’s one ideal breast shape (round) and one ideal breast size (large-ish). But that’s simply untrue. If you can look at your body with love and appreciation, if you can tell your football, or lemon, or pancake breasts that they’re exactly what they’re supposed to be; if you can love who you are, right this minute, you will plant a unique seed of love.

Comparison is an act of violence against the self.” —Iyanla Vanzant