I can’t believe that it’s time for Love EVERY Body #4. Where has the time gone? And why does time insist on shoving me towards my first 29th birthday? Okay, so it’s in October, but at this rate I’m going to blink and open my eyes to a birthday cake dressed in candles. Not cool, Father Time. Not cool.
Anyways, this month’s mission, should I choose to accept, is to fill y’all in on my lovely lady lumps. (No, that doesn’t mean flashing you! Pervs!) Obviously, I jumped at the chance to discuss my lady bits because who wouldn’t? Talking about myself, boobs, and getting to quote a Fergie song? Complete and total yes!
So in case you haven’t been focusing on my body these past few months (I know you have, creepers), I am what they call a pear shape. Basically, I have plenty of junk in my trunk, but not a whole lot going on up top. Just see for yourselves.
In my more athletic days, I loved the fact that I wasn’t rocking some serious cleavage. Running and diving on the ground were a part of my daily routine as a volleyball and softball player, so I was always happy that my boobs weren’t getting in the way. Plus, on the days when I forgot my sports bra, it wasn’t a big deal. I just wore my regular bra to practice and kept on trekking. Unfortunately, my large chested teammates didn’t have this luxury. They became extremely adept at running with their arms across their chest.
As I got older and became more aware of the portrayal of women in the media, a few self doubts began to creep in. Were my breasts too small? Would I look better if the junk up front matched the junk in the trunk? And why did my sister take all the boobs and leave me none? It didn’t help that all the people closest to me in my life were card carrying members of the large breasted society, while I had always been a full fledged member of the itty bitty titty committee. Hell, one of my high school friends used to joke that I was the president.
At least, I had a leadership position.
Now a days, I’m becoming more aware of all the issues women have surrounding their lady lumps. Small chested women are assumed to be more intelligent and less slutty than our large chested counterparts, but we get overlooked when a large breasted woman is in the room. We’re also constantly made to feel inferior for having a smaller chest. Large breasted women are assumed to be extremely sexual and men gravitate towards their globes, but often overlook their intelligence or personalities. And all of this is just plain ridiculous.
I mean, I am pretty much a genius, but that has nothing to do with my chest size. Larger breasts are also not the universal signs for ‘easy’ and ‘ditz.’ That’s just not how it works. Unless we opt to go under the knife, breast size is not our choice and does not dictate our personalities, intelligence, or likeability. It’s pretty much time people get over these humps and focus on us, as people, not a pair of lady lumps.
All that being said, I am learning to love my lady lumps again. They are small, but perfectly hand sized for that special someone. They are perky allowing me the freedom to go bra-less whenever I want. I never have problems finding cute and supportive bras. And they give me options: I can wear low cut shirts without worrying about over the top cleavage; or if I want to fill out a dress, I can put the girls in a pushup bra. So I suppose that, overall, being a member of the itty bitty titty committee is not such a bad thing.
What do you all think? What’s your favorite thing about your lady lumps/chest?