Boob-Job Envy

no boobs for nowWell, another of my friends has just undergone boob surgery, and each time this happens, I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if I were to go that route.

It sure would be nice to have a (more) feminine chest, that’s sure.

But, each of us has her own journey to follow.

Boobies would certainly pose problems in my male life – a life I still hold dear. I would never get really big ones anyway, and so they could be hidden, but still…

But, the more important issue for me is that I am still struggling with the extent and nature of my femininity. Currently, I take great pleasure in my ability to be convincingly feminine without surgery or hormones, and, in fact, I consider that to be my gender identity – that I am naturally able to assume the role of both or either, without the need for drugs or implants.

More to this point, I figure that I don’t become more feminine because of my clothes, and I don’t become more feminine because I have surgery. Rather, my womanhood is something personal, spiritual and natural, and independent of superficial things.

If and when the day comes that my womanhood has developed to the point where not having breasts is actually misleading to others as to my true nature, then it might be time to do something. But, in my view, that would come after living and experiencing so much more of what a woman’s life has to offer, and embracing it as my destiny.

In the meantime – and perhaps for always – my body reflects pretty well who and what I am.