This post is part of the weekly breastfeeding blog hop, hosted by The Slacker Mom, and co-hosted by The Gnome’s Mom and Happiness Redefined. This week’s topic is “Body Modification.”

Honestly, I never imagined that I would be sharing this. Much less here.

First, let me say that I’ve never been interested enough in the usual “body modification” to actually do anything. When I was younger, I thought a belly button ring would be cool, but I never got one. And since my miscarriages, I’ve thought about getting a couple of smaller tattoos for my babies, but I’ve never had the guts to get one. Then again, I usually avoid jewelry altogether for the most part (not because of any particular beliefs but because, like makeup, it’s just another thing to do…and I really don’t care enough to do it!)

But. Breast reduction sounded awesome when I was getting ready to leave for college.

I lived in an area where a B cup was pretty normal. My mom was never bigger than a C, and my sisters seem to be following her in that regards. Me? I reached DD before graduating high school. To say that I felt out of place is mild. The thought of getting bigger during pregnancy scared me, and I still secretly hope that breastfeeding will, in the end, shrink the girls just a bit.

It probably didn’t help when I had to stuff my nipples into Abby’s mouth just after she was born. But I’ve learned something in the past 14 months. My breasts aren’t ginormous. There are women with much bigger breasts than me, and they breastfeed just fine. My breasts really do have a purpose other than making modesty ridiculously difficult. I’ve come to appreciate them instead of resent them, and that appreciation grows every day.

I may not get a breast reduction after all. Maybe a lift?

Have you dealt with wanting ”body modification?” Or did you have something done that cause problems later on? Share with us!