Yo, How Do You Vibe With Your Boobs?

Unfiltered, Unapologetic, Unstoppable — Love Your Body, No Permission Needed. #RealYou

So picture this: I’m in the shower this morning, right? My shower’s got this glass door, and honestly, it’s like my own personal Instagram filter. Like, you ever see those pics where everything’s all soft and glowy? Yeah, that’s me, but in real life. It’s giving Barbara Walters vibes — you know, that old-school interview look where she’s all flawless, like a literal painting. Iconic. Anyway, this glass door? It’s magic. It smooths out all my edges and makes me look like I woke up like this. And trust, it’s not just me — you’d look like a goddess too. Everyone would. That’s the power of filters, babes. They’re the ultimate glow-up cheat code.

But here’s the tea: filters aren’t new. Like, at all. Back in the day, makeup was basically the OG filter. But get this — only certain women wore it. Yep, I’m talking about sex workers. Back then, if you were rocking a full face, it was like screaming, “Hey, I’m down to clown.” Regular women? Nah, they were all natural.

Wearing makeup was the equivalent of sliding into someone’s DMs with a fire emoji. Then, rich ladies started bringing makeup back from Paris, and suddenly it was ~acceptable~. Like, okay, now we’re all about that filtered life. But let’s not forget the corsets — those were the waist filters of the 1800s, literally rearranging ribs to give you that snatched look. Painful? Absolutely. Worth it? Apparently. Fast forward, and now we’ve got makeup filters everywhere. And lowkey, it’s messed with our heads. Like, we’re out here thinking our faces need to look airbrushed 24/7. One skin tone, no flaws, lips poppin’, cheeks blushing on command. It’s like we’re all walking around trying to be human Snapchat filters. Wild, right?

So yeah, next time you’re in the shower, take a second to appreciate your glass door filter. But also, maybe think about how far we’ve come — and how much pressure we’re still under to look “perfect.” Spoiler: you already are. Filters are fun, but they’re not the real you. And the real you? Iconic. Period. Alright, let’s get into it. So, Brett — whew — your virility has me blushing over here. But let’s circle back to me, naked in my shower, living my best-filtered life.

The glass door? Yeah, it’s my soft-focus lens. It’s like, “Hey, you look kinda fire right now.” But here’s the thing: liking how I look through this smoky glass lowkey feels like I’m telling myself, “You’re only cute when you’re blurry.” And that’s… not it. Okay, let’s talk about the real tea: boobs. Yep, we’re going there. This whole thing is about breasts. Do you like your body? Do you like your boobs? Are you enough? Like, seriously, are you? I’ve heard so many women say they love their breasts because their partner does, and honestly? Relatable. Feeling valued by someone else can make it easier to value yourself. We’re human — it’s how we’re wired. C’est la vie, right?

But what if your boobs aren’t getting that external validation? What if there’s no one out there thirsting over your melons? What if your partner isn’t hyping you up every day? Can you still love your breasts if nobody’s out here appreciating them? My answer? Hell yes. But it’s gotta come from you. No one else.

So today, I stepped out of the shower, left the smudged glass filter behind, and stood in front of the mirror. Full transparency: I looked at my boobs — stretch marks and all. And yeah, I’ve always hated those little lines on the sides. But then I caught myself and was like, “Girl, what are you even talking about?” I shook my head at myself the way I would if my future daughter came to me with that same nonsense. I’d tell her, “You’re beautiful. What imperfections?” Because honestly? Imperfections are just stuff we hide behind filters and lenses, and it’s all bullsh*t.

Using filters is like saying, “I’m not good enough as I am.” And that’s a lie. Who cares if people think we look better with a filter? It’s not worth the mental gymnastics. When we use them, we’re telling ourselves, “You’re not hot enough without this.”

And that’s a toxic mindset. We’re judging ourselves from the outside in, and it’s brutal. We’re saying, “Without this filter, I’m flawed and ugly.” And that’s just not true. So let me ask you: Why do you love or hate your boobs? Is it because of how other people have reacted to them? Or is it about how you feel about them? What would you tell your daughter — real or imagined — about her body? Because here’s the truth: The only way to truly love yourself is from within. I love my boobs because they’re mine. I love them because I love them.

It doesn’t matter if someone else loves them or hates them. The same goes for my jokes, my opinions, my everything. They’re mine. End of story.

The only lens you need is the one you’re looking at yourself through. And it’s not about making yourself look flawless. It’s about making yourself feel valued. Look closely. Love deeply. And tell anyone who judges you to shove off. You’re not here to be complicit in their nonsense.

You’re here to be unapologetically you. Period.

The Bottom Line

At the end of the day, it’s not about filters, mirrors, or anyone else’s gaze. It’s about how you vibe with yourself — raw, unfiltered, and real. Your body isn’t an apology or a pitch for approval. It’s yours. Your boobs? Yours. Your stretch marks? Yours.

Your power? Also yours. So, whether you’re standing behind a glass door, in front of a mirror, or just vibing in your skin, remember this: You are the main character. No edits are needed.