Let's say it together: TGIF... Thank Goddess I'm Foxy!! We made it to the end of the week, friends! And I am feeling fantastic! It was a very wonderful week. I did some traveling, stayed on top of my self-care, and networked. At one of my business meetings, a woman whipped out her boob and started feeding her kid. Some people around her were uncomfortable, and others weren't. But nobody dared to say anything to her because she was a mom doing a natural thing - feeding her child.
However, the next day I went to a meeting, and my cleavage was showing a bit. Foxy's, you know how I do. My nipples weren't popping out of my shirt, but Venus and Serena (that's the name of my boobs) were absolutely making their daily debut. They are perky and able to sit up on their own, thanks to working out. That's something I am shamelessly proud of. Not everyone is disciplined enough to maintain regular exercise. Those who do symbolize pride, self-value, and health in my eyes. The main reason I work out is to look good and sexy. Being healthy is just a side effect.
But anyway, one of the ladies at the meeting kept giving me the side eye. She thought it was inappropriate that my girls were waving hello to the world. Mind you, she was with me at the same meeting from the day before, when another lady was breastfeeding. But nothing was said to the breastfeeding mother.
The world's message is that breasts are only appropriate to be seen if feeding a baby. Otherwise, it's inappropriate. Seriously? Why is a woman's body only wholesome if it is being used to create, feed, or carry a baby? It's society's way of trying to make single or childless women feel less valued. Women aren't celebrated unless they dedicate their life to having a man and/or child.
Baby showers, weddings, lingerie parties, bachelor parties, anniversaries, and proms are all directed to celebrating and promoting marriage. There are some countries that give mothers care packages once the child is born. And I believe married people and families get bigger tax breaks. But what do the rest of us get? Dust.
I wasn't annoyed at the woman for her opinion about my "inappropriate" outfit. I actually felt a little pity for her because she was brainwashed by society. I think it was easy for me to have pity for her because I am self-employed, and I rarely need to listen to other people's opinions about me. If she was a client and paying me a very pretty penny to perform at an event, I may take into consideration covering up the girls. But unless I hear a loud Cha-Ching, Venus and Serena will continue to sing! What are your thoughts? Stay Foxy!
Itty Bitty, But Perky,
Moxie.
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