Breast Stories by You
This is a space for you - to share your stories, to be heard,
to be seen, and to connect.
passionate about writing and creating, 28,
“My breasts are a physical reminder of the most significant period of my life – that being the first 18 months of motherhood. They are soft, stretched and imperfect after breastfeeding, but I wouldn’t change that for the world. My breasts nourished the most important person in my universe....”Read Maya's Breast Story
archaeologist, educator, & dancer.
24-year-old Chicago native
“I love my titties. I COULD call them are my breasts but I have always affectionately known them as my titties— so that’s what I’ll call them here...”
31-year-old enthusiast of meaningful conversations
based in Toronto.
“I’ve had a complicated relationship with my breasts for much of my life. Like many girls and women, I’ve experienced bouts of body image issues from puberty to now, but the most negative sentiment toward my own breasts has been fear. My mother developed breast cancer in her late thirties, which in turn affected how I felt about my own breasts as I grew up...”Read Valerie’s Breast Story
an illustrator, food enthusiast, and soon-to-be OBGYN,
27 y.o, based in Fukuoka, Japan
“It took me a while to love my body, including my small breasts and a little oddly shaped nipples...I had an open chest surgery and now I have a big scar that runs through between my breasts. Maybe my teenage-self would be trying to hide away the scar, but now I adore it as a part of my life story...”
Sustainable fashion. 24-year-old San Francisco native
“I thought breasts were beautiful and intriguing- all of their soft lines, bumps, curves, and concave shapes. Most importantly, no two looked the same ... I learned that men would gaze at them, young women would be unsatisfied with them, mothers would nourish with them, and menstruation would make them painful and tender...”Read Muri’s Breast Story
mother, photographer, cook, adventure seeker,
feminist, lover, professional porch-sitter. I’m 35,
years old and I live in Cajun country, deep in
South Louisiana, USA.
“I breastfed my son Noah for close to three years creating this lasting, incredible, indescribable bond. He is now almost 12 and my chest remains a place where he lays his head for nurturing and comfort...”
an architect, in possession of an insatiable curiosity for anything related to the breast, 57, based on a Dutch barge in London.
“In 2009 I lost a breast. I remember drawing a nude self-portrait after the mastectomy. Standing naked in front of the mirror, I had halted my brain from joining the dots and making assumptions. I had created a space to explore my lop-sidedness, the damage and the wholeness.”Read Anna's Breast Story
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