It’s confession time.

Here goes….

I looked down another woman’s shirt.

I’m not a lesbian.

Not counting that one time in college.

Oh, and high school.

And not that there is anything wrong with it, it just wasn’t for me.  Too many breasts floating around for my liking.

Any who….

I looked down another woman’s shirt.

And it was awesome.  First, of all I would like to mention that I didn’t do it on purpose. It just sort of happened.  Because when this woman bent over to help her child, I saw in her breasts what I see in my own and I couldn’t help but stare. I also couldn’t help from feeling happy.  I wasn’t alone.

Her breasts were also full of stretch marks.

Her breasts also looked like socks with rocks.

Her breasts looked like war wounds.

Truly, I couldn’t be any happier about this.

So, this morning, I raise my coffee cup to you, Random Mom.  Not only did you make me feel much better about myself, my choice to breast feed and years of gaining and losing weight.

You also reminded me to buy some new bras and to only wear turtle-necks.