Alas, my breasts are starting to sag, but hey, that’s going to happen to most of us one day. They’re like my arms. My arms are bumpy and have moles but they are my arms so I’m getting them out there in the world! My boobs aren’t perfect but I don’t think they look half bad and no one who matters to me has been offended by them. I feel lucky to be so happy with them, because a lot of my friends aren’t, which makes me sad because they’re beautiful, all of them.