I was so excited to get boobs. I was 11 and noticed a lump on my left side. My parents took me to the pediatrician, who reassured me my breasts were just beginning to develop. I was so excited. Well, nothing much developed. I was always embarrassed about them in locker rooms, bra fittings, beaches etc, despite some very appreciative boyfriends. Then I had a baby, and nursed him into a robust, healthy toddler. Now my previously perky, firm but small breasts are flat and the nipples sag, but the experience of nursing my child forever changed the way I feel about my breasts. Now I am grateful to them, and appreciate them as the beautiful, functional, miraculous gifts.