As you can see over there in my sidebar, I’ve entered a big bloggy BEWB contest: BEWB FEST ’09. Go on, check all the gorj bewbs — ‘specially MINE (#44), keeping in mind that that is one heck of a MAGICAL camera angle and a DAMN good bra. Heh. Or not…. Yeah, go on and vote for me, please, and then come back and let me explain. MWAH!

Thank you….

Okay, so. Why would I — CHEATY!? — enter a contest like this. I, who enjoys feminist philosophy WHENEVER I GETS THE CHANCE (most recently at my latest Canada Moms Blog post on the WAHM/WOHM debate. I’m BIG PIMPIN’ again, eh?!). Some peeps have actually asked me WHY WHY WHY would I enter such a contest, and they’ve said they won’t vote or be involved whatsoever in such objectification and judgment of women because we get enough of it already in every-day life.

Okay. I get that.

But, let me tell you something. FIRST of all, this is ma girl LOTER we’re talking about — the FABULOUS Sarcastic Mom, Lotus Caroll. When Loter asked me to submit me bewbs, I was like, HELL YA, I JUST HOPE JOSH-O AND HOWARD STERN DON’T MIND IF I FLASH MA BEWBS ON THE INTERWEBS…. But, then The Loter told me this was a CLOTHED contest. Phew!

So anyway. I LOVE the idea of a bewb fest. As a self-proclaimed feminist (in my own way), I believe showing our bewbs when and if we want to, and especially in this kind of celebratory (really NOT judgmental) fashion, is a GOOD thing. Is a FEMINIST thing. I think back to when I was a teenager with larger-than-average bewbs. I was SO uncomfortable walking down the street. I’d always get hoots and whistles (both real and in my head) that made me want to go home and crawl under my bed. And I feel SORRY for that teen-aged Cheaty. I had a beautiful body, and I was ASHAMED of it.

I don’t want my daughter to have those feelings, that shame, about her own body.

These days, my body’s nowhere near what it once was. I was size ZERO back then; and now I’m size ****.  I had perfect B-cup bewbs. And now I’m — wait for it — size DD. When I was breastfeeing, though, I got as massive as size H! So, again, HELL YA!

But, I’ve been ashamed again of these ginormous DD knockers….

And what better way than a BEWB FEST like this to challenge my shame. To get me flaunting instead of hiding. FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE.

So, THANK YOU, LOTER! And thank you, GORGEOUSES, for helping me — as ALWAYS — beat my shame and go forth on my ongoing quest toward self- and bewb-acceptance.

P.S.: You can vote EVERY DAY! You know you want to….

Love!

xo Haley-O