Oversharing: A cartoon about boobs and family

This isn't just a cartoon about boobs, it's also, very much a true story.

When I was a kid, my mum was very open about her body. She'd bathe and walk around fully starkers in front of me and my sister, so we were used to seeing her breasts. And there was a lot to see!

They were what breasts "should" look like, in my young mind. As I got older, I kept waiting for mine to take on a similar shape and size, but they never did. It was very disappointing.

I remember seeing my aunty's breasts for the first time. It came as a shock. They were very different to my mother's. Like socks; limp and long, and her nipples seems too dark against her pale skin. Mine weren't like my mum's, but they weren't like my aunty's either.

I'm very private about my body as an adult. I don't like being naked in front of other people. I have never understood how women can shower in public swimming baths, completely exposed. Not that there is anything wrong with it!

I always kept my swimming costume on when showering though. It didn't matter how awkward and ineffective this was, the important thing was that other women wouldn't have the opportunity to stare at my boobs.

There's nothing wrong with my little ladies, by the way, they're a lovely pair as far as I'm concerned. But knowing how analytical I am of other women's boobs, I'd hate to think of another woman analysing mine.

Then one day, I was carefully changing my top while babysitting my niece, and to my horror, one of them popped out! My niece was delighted.

"So cute!" she exclaimed.

Honestly? It was the ultimate validation.

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