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Like millions of women out there, I'm sufficiently self-conscious of my body to worry about my 'flaws' regularly. The last time, about five seconds ago. As a woman, I grew up with the implicit, sometimes explicit, expectation that my body parts are judged by their aesthetic value. Growing up, I was known for having a flat chest. As a teenager, it bothered me. During my uni years I got my first pub job at the age of 23. There was a casual joke that I shrugged off and even joined in on: a few people suggested that instead of a 'tip jar', we should call it a 'tit jar' and start a charity collection. For me and my non-existent breastage. Fast forward about a decade and the talks are still going on. During a casual convo about cosmetic surgery, a man asked me if I had ever considered a boob job. ("You must've, right?" No, I can't say I have.) On a slightly different note, I remember when the midwife came round to observe me nursing my Firstborn. With nothing but good intention, she had a little peek and exclaimed, "WOW, those are a good set for breastfeeding!" After she left, I cried. She wasn't talking about the bouncy, sexy stuff. I cried because I've been conditioned to view my body in superficial terms, not in terms of functionality. Why am I posting this photo? I'm posting it because despite looking like a drag queen when I wear a dress and despite all my 'flaws' - manly 'plumber's hands' (yes, someone said that to me), big arms, hipless form, flat chest, outie belly button and whatever else - I've learnt to appreciate what I do have. We should all be more forgiving on ourselves. chic dress for prom party look amazing