“I am modest and shy, I don’t want my breasts or my nipples to be seen,” she said
“Why?” asked the whisper
“Well, isn’t that just asking for trouble and unwanted attention?” she said
“No” replied the whisper
“Oh. Well, doesn’t it mean I am vain and lustful if I show off my breasts and let my nipple stick out?” she asked
“No” replied the whisper
“Hmm, but what if my breasts are too big or too small, too saggy, too pointy, hairy, freckled or wrinkly to let them be seen?” she wailed.
“They are none of these,” replied the whisper
“Ok, what if my breasts are better than anyone else’s?” she declared
“They are not,” replied the whisper
“Oh, but you see, one breast is smaller than the other,” she confessed
“That doesn’t matter, you are not alone” replied the whisper
“What if I get breast cancer and I have to have them cut or removed?!” she agonised
“The psychic essence of your breasts is still there, feel it. You still have a heart that penetrates the world. It may be a long hard road back to loving yourself, but you are not alone,” replied the whisper
“I can’t love my breasts and nipples, they’re just not right and I wish they were different” she stated
“Yes, you can love them,” replied the whisper
“How?” she asked
“Place your hands on your breasts and breath deeply into your heart. Feel and sense your heart’s warmth and light expanding as you breathe. You may feel a weight or another sensation there in the heart, notice that and allow it.
Gradually, with every breath, feel this expansion of warmth, light and sensation pass through your ribs to the inside of your breasts.
As you feel your breasts from the inside, breathe deeply and say, “I am willing to be willing to love my breasts. The more I allow myself to feel my breasts from the inside, the more I also allow myself to be willing to love my breasts.”” advised the whisper
“As my Love grows, the rest of me will remember who I am, love. Breasts do not determine who I am as woman, yet my breasts are the beacons through which my heart’s love penetrates the world and everything I do. My breasts radiate love to nurture and feed that which I put my attention to – children, partner, family, my craft and projects, the Earth and myself,” she said
“That’s the way,” the whisper said
Your breasts are powerful and magical, remember that.
Shantell Shakti ~ Breast Love Revolution
“Why?” asked the whisper
“Well, isn’t that just asking for trouble and unwanted attention?” she said
“No” replied the whisper
“Oh. Well, doesn’t it mean I am vain and lustful if I show off my breasts and let my nipple stick out?” she asked
“No” replied the whisper
“Hmm, but what if my breasts are too big or too small, too saggy, too pointy, hairy, freckled or wrinkly to let them be seen?” she wailed.
“They are none of these,” replied the whisper
“Ok, what if my breasts are better than anyone else’s?” she declared
“They are not,” replied the whisper
“Oh, but you see, one breast is smaller than the other,” she confessed
“That doesn’t matter, you are not alone” replied the whisper
“What if I get breast cancer and I have to have them cut or removed?!” she agonised
“The psychic essence of your breasts is still there, feel it. You still have a heart that penetrates the world. It may be a long hard road back to loving yourself, but you are not alone,” replied the whisper
“I can’t love my breasts and nipples, they’re just not right and I wish they were different” she stated
“Yes, you can love them,” replied the whisper
“How?” she asked
“Place your hands on your breasts and breath deeply into your heart. Feel and sense your heart’s warmth and light expanding as you breathe. You may feel a weight or another sensation there in the heart, notice that and allow it.
Gradually, with every breath, feel this expansion of warmth, light and sensation pass through your ribs to the inside of your breasts.
As you feel your breasts from the inside, breathe deeply and say, “I am willing to be willing to love my breasts. The more I allow myself to feel my breasts from the inside, the more I also allow myself to be willing to love my breasts.”” advised the whisper
“As my Love grows, the rest of me will remember who I am, love. Breasts do not determine who I am as woman, yet my breasts are the beacons through which my heart’s love penetrates the world and everything I do. My breasts radiate love to nurture and feed that which I put my attention to – children, partner, family, my craft and projects, the Earth and myself,” she said
“That’s the way,” the whisper said
Your breasts are powerful and magical, remember that.
Shantell Shakti ~ Breast Love Revolution
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