I have had large breasts since I was a teenager. Yes, they made me feel outside of the norm of beauty, but so do other things about my body, and so do the choices I make about how to represent myself. Even if I had been able to proclaim, "I am a fleshy woman who feels good about myself!" the reality of the weight hanging from shoulders--not to mention the weight of having to deal with men on the street gawking--was just too much of a burden to bear. Some might say, "Rise up and throw it in their face," but nine pounds was just too heavy to lift sometimes.

So I had four of those nine pounds removed from my body permanently--chop, chop! Now my once pendulous, triple-D boobs are much smaller. The wonders of modern medicine have left me with some hefty scars--anchor scars, to be exact. They curl around my nipples, continuing down the front of the breast and ending in a half circle underneath.

My scars are next to my tattoos, both testaments to the fact that my body is truly my own to do with what I want. Neither your ideas of nature nor culture can weigh me down!