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I have met a lot of men on this site that are either with a woman with a negative self image about her breasts or are dating and trying to understand why more woman aren’t turned on through their breasts. This is part of my response to one husband:
Breasts are complicated. They are used by commercialism to objectify the woman. If a young girl develops too soon or too fast she is often shamed by classmates. And in some cases, the woman has experienced inappropriate fondling ie/ sexual abuse or even rape. I can honestly say that my breasts were not a great source of pleasure until after my husband died. I spent a great deal of time self pleasuring and experimenting. Now, after having spent that time on myself, I can become extremely aroused through my nipples.
I was wondering what other women or men have experienced with this issue.
Thank you Lotus. This is very helpful. I hope many women contribute to your post.
It is very complex. I have a negative self image of my breasts, and can remember doing so since the locker room in Jr high. My breasts are small, barely fitting a B cup, and as such I very rarely see breasts like mine being displayed, appreciated or honored in any context. In my personal experiences, I also very rarely had partners genuinely appreciate or complement them. It was like they were barely good enough or acceptable enough, comments like at least they’re perky or enough for a handful, etc.
Pregnancy was the first time I started appreciating them and thinking they were pretty sexy. But my partner and I were in a sex drought during that time, so I didn’t even really get to enjoy or experience them in a physically pleasurable way shared with him.
Maybe that’s part of the draw to abf for me. Having a new appreciation for what they are actually for has really helped with my self image. Although I will say there still feels like (and maybe this is just coming through the lens I’ve just described) an outward perception that bigger is better. Like I don’t think I’ve seen a profile pic of a set as small as mine. Although I’ve had two suckling partners now who seemed to at least appreciate the milk I’ve given them, one is flakey (so that nagging inner voice says they must not be good enough for him) and the other has never complemented them on their appearance. And some pics I’ve shared with others have received a less than enthusiastic response. I know it’s not anyone else’s job to “make” me feel good about them, but it doesn’t hurt to feel appreciated by others.
So my inner work continues but I’m grateful to be feeling overall more positive about them than ever before. That’s my experience, thanks for asking! 😁
Yes, High Desert Milk, Thank you for sharing. All breasts are beautiful…and many men have said that to me on this site. And many men prefer smaller breasts that are perky. I think it’s time one of those men comes into your life. But in the meantime, know that you are perfect the way, the size, the shape that you are.
@highdesertmilk Any man that you are with should be complimentary of you and your girls. They should be grateful that you chose them. It could’ve been someone else.
I think that there are too many outlets that glorify large breasts. As if anything smaller is less than optimal.
I for one am grateful anytime that a woman has cared to share herself with me. I feel like the luckiest man alive when that happens. Compliments are standard fare with Moi.😜
Don’t fret. Each of us is unique. Revel in that knowledge.🤗Awww, thanks you all! You’ve got me all teary eyed! 🥲🙏🏼❤️ 🧁🧁
According to studies, most men around the world find C cup to be the perfect size breast. That is pretty specific. I’m sure there are plenty of C cup women who also feel inadequate or shame of their breasts. But, thankfully, I have met a few men on this site who say that size is a non issue. That it is the person, the entire package that they find attractive. Thank goodness. We talk alot about breasts on this site. But there is a person attached to that set of breasts.
My kids mom was not so well endowed and they where very sensitive and I loved them and I am talking to a woman who also is a b cup and I love them they are so sensitive and suckable I love that it’s like ⚡️ going though her as I touch her and suckle her and play with them
I always loved my breasts right up until the end of my pregnancy. Then it soon went from a love to hate relationship with them as they changed so much after pregnancy and breastfeeding. I actually hated them for a number of years and even thought about getting surgery. I have to say posting photos and puzzles of then here has thankfully reinforced some of my love for them again though I’ll always compare with my pre pregnancy boobs. Still these boobs did nourish a baby for 6 months and it doesn’t get any better then that I guess. Ps I’ve yet to see horrible boobs on this site which makes me think there is no such thing.
I like mine but I’ve lost weight which I’m happy about but I wish I didn’t lose it in my breasts. Oh well.
Mine popped out when I was 11. I’ve loved the look of them since I was about 13. I didn’t like having them touched or suckled until I was in my late 40’s. Go figure.
Galacta, you make a good point. Our bodies and our likes change with time. I, too, was a late bloomer when it came to enjoying suckling. So, I think that this is a hopeful note to the men I meet on this site who are discouraged that their partners are not breast positive. Perhaps in another forum conversation we could discuss how a woman or man helping a woman can help foster that change.
What an interesting topic, great start by Lotus and honest contributions.
I know the grass really isn’t any greener on the other side for women. No matter what we look like, we’ll be judged and most hardest often by ourselves, we ver time.
It’s a catch 22 with “preferred” and “popular” genetics and $$ as the dice.I’m very tall and growing up I was seen as not feminine or pretty because of my height, and I was a very late bloomer, an adventurous tom boy. Those were happy years for me in many ways.I had accepted my fate.
Girls hardly ever get away with being judged and valued for their looks, I can still remember my mother telling me that, if I had a nose job, I’d be pretty. Age 13. She never said that to my brothers or anything about their looks at all. I was called flatsy and teased for many years.Fast forward into high school and I bloomed. But I was never appreciated for anything else except for my body and looks, no comments about my intelligence or good character. Of course this is also a result of our culture and the specific culture I grew up in.
During that time I was almost raped, and several friends had already been raped.
I saw my body as something that gave me power on the one hand, mostly attention. Yet, on the other hand, I became more and more afraid to express my femininity or expose my body in any way. It made me feel very vulnerable and it drew too much attention to myself, especially from predators, who seemed to always be lurking on the perimeter ready to pounce and take advantage of a girls naivety and innocence. We all still see those men staring at our daughters or nieces. The ones old enough to be their father or uncle. Don’t get me stated…… I still get sick thinking about the numerous men who were much, much older, who tried unsuccessfully to possess me in one way or another. Then men too ignorant to be able to understand that teen girls may draw sexual attention but that they are not necessarily sexual themselves or desiring sex. They desire to be desired, because that is what we’re taught is our only notable and worthy qualities.
I chose to wear loose to baggy clothes for many years to come. I thought I was pretty and decided my body wasn’t a spectacle or object for anyone else’s pleasure. I took control as much as I could.
Over the years I’ve been told I’m too thin, too fat, good breasts, bad breasts, accused of trying to get attention because I’m athletic and my breasts grew bigger over the years.
After many many years of my body being an object, that I just experienced owning. That men just temporarily possessed mostly for their pleasure. I began to own my body, see it’s miracles, the pleasure it brings me, the beauty that it always was and will be (from a cup to g cup, from anorexic thin to chubby) and the life it brought into this world. I’m so much more than my external appearance and I want to be seen for the person that I am and the on that I am becoming. Anyone who doesn’t see me, can fuck off. I’m still that tomboy whose happiest exploring the world on her terms.Deborah,
Thank you for sharing your story. I’m so glad that you have found self acceptance and self love.
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