A Boob’s Life

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Author Leslie Lehr wants to talk about boobs. She’s gone from size AA to DDDD and everything between, from puberty to motherhood, enhancement to cancer, and beyond. And she’s not alone - these are classic life stages for women today.

At turns funny and heartbreaking, A Boob’s Life explores both the joys and hazards inherent to living in a woman’s body. Lehr deftly blends her personal narrative with national history, starting in the 1960s with the women’s liberation movement and moving to the current feminist dialogue and what it means to be a woman. Her insightful and clever writing analyzes how America’s obsession with the female form has affected her own life’s journey and the psyche of all women today.

From her prize-winning fiction to her viral New York Times Modern Love essay, exploring the challenges facing contemporary women has been Lehr’s life-long passion. A Boob’s Life, her first project since breast cancer treatment, continues this mission, taking readers on a wildly informative, deeply personal, and utterly relatable journey. No matter your gender, you’ll never view this sexy and sacred body part the same way again.


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"Novelist and screenwriter Lehr (Wife Goes On) blends memoir, history, and cultural criticism in this witty and incisive look at American attitudes towards women's breasts." — Publishers Weekly

"Lehr is a smooth, eminently likable guide, and she elicits no small measure of sympathy for the trials she has endured, including her bout with breast cancer. She is thoughtful and honest about the push-pull of acculturation and candid about her own complicity in how societal attitudes often narrow women’s status. Our verdict: GET IT" — Kirkus

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"As women we are always asking ourselves, are we enough? Leslie Lehr's witty, wise, and sometimes heartbreaking memoirs, A Boob's Life, uses our relationship with breasts, and the ways others define us through them, to explore what it means to live in a woman's body. Original, thought-provoking, and with an elegant sense of humor, A Boob's Life is a must-read."            Salma Hayek

"When I was a little girl dreaming of having breasts, I had no idea about the non-stop ogling and boob-worship I was in for as a woman in America. Leslie Lehr explains it all in this funny, passionate, upbeat book. You’ll never look at yourself in the mirror the same way again. Wow!"            Leslie Morgan Steiner, NYT best-selling author of Crazy Love and The Naked Truth

“Poignant, powerful and ultimately, hopeful — who would think a breast could properly capture the history of women in our country? A Boob’s Life makes you realize women in America have been through a lot. That you have been through a lot. Equality must be he next wave. It can’t come soon enough.”           Kaira Rouda, USA Today bestselling author

“Told with heart, humor, hope and a whole lot of sassiness. Lehr fearlessly and candidly brings us along on her breast cancer journey and beyond. Have a box of tissues at the ready as you read this deeply personal memoir. You’ll need them to wipe away tears of heartache and laughter.”            —  Heather Gudenkauf,   NYT bestselling author of This is How I Lied

“Brave, honest, and funny, this book will open your eyes, break your heart, and make you reflect on your own life and history.”                                                                     —  Brenda Janowitz, author of The Grace Kelly Dress

“Deeply personal, wisely funny, and moving. This isn’t just a fantastic, intimate memoir about how cancer, survival and life in general changed Lehr’s entire relationship with her body parts, but an exploration of how our breast-obsessed culture, women’s lib, and men, have shaped our feelings about breasts. Insightful, delightful and eye-opening.”           —  Caroline Leavitt, NYT bestselling author of With or Without You

“A powerful emotional chronicle of a young girl’s budding awareness of the power of breasts; a young woman’s negotiations as an object of male desire; a mother’s loving perspective on her children’s food source, and an adult woman’s struggle with a disease that could take her life. An insightful, comprehensive, modern-day manifesto that champions a woman’s totality.”           —  Hope Edelman, NYT bestselling author of The AfterGrief

"Spot on perfect and no wonder this world is such a confusing place for women of today... So authentic and real, I flew through reading the pages... Every woman and man should read this book...probably one of the best books for book clubs ever to read as so very, very discussable. The end of the book still brings me chills - and the story I will never forget."            Kathy L. Murphy, Founder and CEO of The Int'l Pulpwood Queens





The body is not a thing, it's a situation.
Simone de Beauvoir

Some people think that having large breasts makes a woman stupid. Actually it's quite the opposite: a woman having large breasts makes a man stupid.
Rita Rudner







My nipples are cross-eyed. I see it clearly in the bathroom mirror the moment I step out of the shower. As steam clouds the view, I wave my towel and pray it was an optical illusion. No, they’re definitely pointing in different directions, as if embarrassed to meet my eyes. Or maybe this is payback. The truth is, my breasts have been loathed and loved, suckled and stuffed, radiated and reconstructed. They have doomed one marriage and inspired another. Yet, every step of the way, they’ve had the finest treatment in America. By now, they should be perfect.

“Hon?” my husband, John, calls from the bedroom. “What’s taking so long?”

Since we married a few years ago, both of his parents passed away, and then I got cancer. This is the first home we’ve bought together, a condo with an ocean view we’ll enjoy for a few years as a reward for all we’ve been through. The ninety-nine-step climb is like a stairway to heaven, but I didn’t have to die to get here.

This is our first night to relax and renew our romance. I try. First, I dab perfume behind my ears and unclip my damp chemo curls. Then I take a deep breath and look again. If I raise up my right shoulder and arch my back just so, my breasts are lush and round and almost even. But there’s no ignoring the truth. I pull a cotton nightgown over my head as fast as I can. Then I shove my towel so hard into the plastic hamper that the piece of crap falls over.

My husband tears his eyes from the TV as I stomp into the bedroom. “You OK?”

I snatch my phone from the cardboard moving box by the bed. “I have to call my doctor.”

“Now?” he asks, over the swell of applause for The Late Show. “Are you in pain?”

Yes, I want to say, psychic pain. Then I realize the doctor’s answering service won’t consider that an emergency. When I shake my head, my husband smiles and pats the bed beside him. I surrender the phone and scooch over. He rubs my leg and glances back at the TV, where the host is mid-monologue. I start to relax. Then the host tells a boob joke about J-Lo.

The TV audience roars.

I turn to my husband who, to his credit, is not laughing. “This guy gets millions of dollars and that’s the best he can do? She’s the producer of a successful TV show.”

He shrugs. “Comedians have always made boob jokes.”

“Exactly. It’s not original. Why are they laughing? There’s a neon sign that flashes the word laugh?”

“No, they’re really laughing. I bet half the people in that audience are women, and they’re laughing, too. Boob jokes are funny.”

“But why?” I ask. “Every woman in the world has boobs.”

“That’s why. They’re the first female body part a man sees when a woman walks into a room.”

The laughter dies down. The comedian is talking, but I don’t care. I hate him. “What makes a boob funny?”

“Boobs just sit there, all round and funny looking.”

“Dicks just sit there too, and they’re far more funny looking. Why aren’t there more dick jokes?”

“Dick jokes are insulting.”

“All jokes are insulting. They make fun of something. Isn’t that how humor works? Is it how the word sounds? I mean, no one says ‘breast jokes.’”

“Breasts are beautiful, everyone knows that. When you call them boobs, it’s funny.”

“But ‘boob’ means stupid. How can an organ that turns blood into milk for babies be stupid?”

“Lighten up, hon.” He winces as if I’ve been shouting.

“I just don’t understand why people always laugh at boob jokes. They’re not funny.”

“Why are you being so sensitive?”

I don’t answer, on the grounds that it might incriminate me. I remove his hand from my thigh. He raises his eyebrows. I take a deep breath and try to let it go, but I feel like punching somebody, and he’s the only one here. So much for romance.