Blogger reports on how nude beaches restored her boob confidence

The other day, I brought you the story of how scientists had discovered that women who get naked often will outlive us all. Of course, I was having a little fun with you courtesy of a thinly-veiled bit of satire, but to make it up to those of you who feel cheated, here's a true story of someone who is happier now that she goes topless at nude beaches.

On top of this, the piece is actually pretty relevant, given how Australia, France, Italy and many other countries are cracking down on topless sunbathing because it offends one or two people who think it means their kids will grow up to be promiscuous and unwed weirdos -- or whatever.

Blogger Lee Harrington starts out by explaining that, in the years prior to her breast reduction surgery, men could not stop staring at her boobs. In the months after, she moved to France and was feeling a bit down in the dumps about her now-B-cup breasts and, apparently, the declining amount of attention being paid her by the opposite sex. Heading to a nude beach, she's reluctant to show her boobs, sure that people will actually not ogle her -- the opposite of most problems for American women at nude beaches.

Instead, she finds that she's constantly catching men staring at her rack, including one horny dude who's filming from atop a wall behind her. It restored her confidence in her smaller breasts and her attractiveness:

I became an exhibitionist. Soon I was the woman strutting topless to the ice-cream stand. I was the woman bouncing around in the waves. It was the perfect look-but-don't-touch scenario, and I loved it. By the end of the summer I no longer had any insecurities or doubts about how I looked to the opposite sex. So I sent a postcard to the cosmetic surgeon who had done the reduction. On the front was a tan, topless woman running out of the water with a jubilant smile on her face.

Read the full story on Salon.

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