I remember sixth grade like it was yesterday. All the girls were starting to “develop” which meant they were wearing training bras. “Develop” was the word they used back then; I’m not sure what they call it these days but I kept wondering why all the growth action kept avoiding me. While it was an awkward and hurtful time in my life, my mom kept saying to hang in there because one day I would actually have boobs like the rest of my friends.
Fast forward a few decades and things haven’t changed very much in the development department. So, I feel it’s my duty to share the GOOD, the BAD and the UGLY of being a flat-chested girl (okay, woman).
- My “boys” don’t sag. Maybe they will one day but there is simply not enough “stuff” to sag.
- I don’t have to wear a bra. I usually wear one but it’s not because I need the support.
- They don’t get in the way…ever. How could they?
- I can’t find really cute or sexy bras that actually fit. Victoria’s Secret doesn’t make a single bra that I can fill out. I guess that’s one of the reasons why they haven’t asked me to become one of their angels.
- Darts. They simply don’t work for me. The material pokes out but nothing else does.
- I’ve been mistaken for a guy on multiple occasions—twice while checking into a hotel with my husband! I guess I need to wear more lipstick.
- The yearly mammogram. I know this is NO FUN for anyone, but ponder this for a moment: If every single bra at Victoria’s Secret is too BIG for me, how in the hell is this routine test physically possible? Sure, you can force the body to do just about anything, it just depends how much pain you’re willing to endure.
As much as I’ve poked fun at my boobs over the years, I wouldn’t change them for all the money in the world. Well, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but I’m very happy with my little ones. Luckily for me, my husband prefers plums over melons…or so he says!
So let’s hear the good, the bad and the ugly stories about your boys. Have they fought the battle with cancer and won? Did you feed three wonderful children with them? Remember, it’s not the size or the shape of your breasts that make you who you are; it’s what you have going on the inside that counts.
Love and accept yourself…you deserve it.