I like my boobs when they’re caged, when they’re spilling out of a top like the tasty bit on top of a muffin but in their natural form, I am less at ease with them. I don’t really see boobs like mine around. They’re tear drops and the nipples are often hidden under the weight of them. This year I am actively changing the way I think about my body. So instead of criticizing their perceived shortcomings, I’m focusing on the positives.  Plump, stark white (they mark up beautifully) and wonderfully sensitive I want to show them off uncaged by my hands or a top.

(But my God, it makes me anxious to do so!)


Sinful Sunday
For more sinfully sumptuous photos, click the lips.