Perspective

As women, we are never completely satisfied with the way we look. It is in that double X chromosomal pair, I suspect. Men may have some insecurities, but not the way we do.
Yesterday I participated in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure for breast cancer research and treatment. With me were 2 12 year old girls, both lanky and gawky and late bloomers. I remember that age, and I remember being flat chested at that age. The girls were the meanest about it, but the boys were cruel, too. I ache for both of this sweethearts knowing what they may have heard and probably will hear in the near future. (Both are thin and have long legs, giving them an advantage over me. I hope they have that supermodel thing where they go from geek to fabulous!)
Breast are a universal part of women that we never seem satisfied, (barring those who have had the silicone torpedoes placed on their chest). Maybe they are second behind the butt/hips, but they are high on the list.
I know women who complain about being too small, too large, too saggy, nipples too small, nipples too big, uneven in size, too sensitive, not sensitive enough, and so on. We've all heard these from other women, and have a pet complaint ourselves.

Yesterday, though, I saw women undergoing treatments, I saw husbands walking in memory of wives, some with young children in tow. I people of all ages, ethnic and social backgrounds, sexes, sexuality, and political affiliation. And all I thought about all day is that it really shouldn't matter to men or women about the sizes, shape or feel of our breast. We should just pray that they are healthy.