You make the point well. It is control over your body that matters.
We don’t live life as a pair of breasts. They have their uses, but when I’m reading, or thinking, or writing, it’s not my boobs that matter, nor any other part of my body. It’s me.
Thanks for thinking of others in your story. I hope that somebody avoids pain and shame as a result, and finds a more positive self-affirmation.
Realistically, some of my friends don’t have breasts at all. Or just one. Some no longer have their lives.
I don’t care about their bodies. I care about them.
May you be happy and at peace and a success in your writing. Thank you.